I am grateful for the unexpected. Dear friends brought this Christmas cactus to our house two winters ago. It bloomed last Thanksgiving, surprising us (because it’s called a Christmas cactus). And then, much to our delight, we noticed the buds turning hot pink the first week of April. Now it is a Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Thank-You-for-Spring Cactus.
This is the point when cabin fever sets in. I recognize the signs. Leaving the house is unreliable. You’d rather have the TV off than on. Your 23 bookcases full of books aren’t tempting you. Cooking adventures are uninspiring. Friends feel far, far away. And then … two of those dear friends stop by with a spring garden in their hands. You are watching it grow every day. Aaaahhhh!