The day before my accident I spent about 6 hours working in my garden, planting all sorts of things and getting ready for the big fall planting plans I had. One thing I did was take 3 little freesia pots that had been bought at one point from Trader Joe’s, and dig them up to plant them in the ground. Altogether there must have been at least 80 little bulbs between the three pots, each about the size of a tiny garlic clove. I began planting them in various places in the garden, and then promptly forgot all about it after my accident. It took way longer than I thought to get them all in the ground, but now seeing them all flowering like crazy five months later just thaws my winterized heart. It is the perfect metaphor for my recovery.