I will not be posting for a while. I do not want you to be concerned.
I have other necessary tasks at hand.
I want you to know how important you have been to me these past years.
There is a reason for my garden. It came from pain.
My home has been a beautiful prison. My daughter’s epilepsy was its bars.
She is seizure-free now, but damage was done to us both.
I grew where I was planted. I had a secret garden that no one could see.
We live among woods, down a long drive, inside a gate along a river.
I shared my garden as the Flower with all of you so someone else could enjoy it.
My connection with nature always gets me through hardships. It will again now.
I will NOT be watching the television. I know what is going to happen.
My dream was to be a disease cowboy like Joe McCormick.
I have spent years studying diseases.
I was almost killed by my Smallpox vaccine as a baby. Vaccines were different in 1962.
Serum (IgGs/IgIV) from the Red Cross saved me. My dad tells the story often.
I wanted to go out in the world and save strangers from transmittable diseases.
Instead, I have been home saving my daughter from another type.
I will continue to find solace in my garden.
It is blooming profusely right now despite the weeds.
I WILL BE FINE. I know how to stay safe.
Take care of yourselves my precious followers. In a way, you saved me. Thank you.