The rain had beat against the ground for hours the night before. The Florida sandy soil could absorb no more. Some had experienced flooding. Thankfully we had not. Guess God knew we had enough on our hands to deal with in those days.
Cocooned in our own little world, Mother was in her final two months of hospice care. My sister and I lost the sense of tracking time as the rest of the world did. Our sleeping and eating schedule as caregivers constantly changed. Our “world” was intense, focused and unpredictable.
Into that world, God gave gifts to encourage my sister and me as we walked this final journey with our mother. One morning it was branches of a dogwood tree loaded with blooms. The tree had suffered extensive damage during the previous night’s storm. Like a discarded party dress, it now lay cast off, no longer wanted.
Gathering as much as my arms would hold, I walked back to the house. Branches. Blossoms. Wet leaves. I felt so incredibly rich! Dogwoods are trees from my up growing days. They always heralded that Spring had arrived. Winter was over.
After that morning, I started walking in the cooler hours of the day as often as I could. Exercise obviously helped with the stress, but each time I eagerly looked for the next sign of Spring. Every day brought new delights. Having lived in the subtropics for over 20 years, I do so miss seeing spring flowers! The Dogwood blossoms were one of my favorites.
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