The temperatures dropped below 30 degrees this past Friday and Saturday morning, which is why Judy and Michael spent Thursday wrapping trees and covering plants. Some flowers were left to  deal with the cold, like these tulips.  Heads bowed, wearing a sparkling coat of frost, they assumed the position of the defeated. 

But as the sun warmed the air and melted the frost, they resumed their proud stand. I too was bowed yesterday, not by frost, but just by physical discomfort. I did not feel well; I was not a jovial host for Easter dinner and didn't participate in the annual Easter egg hunt. I am still better than I anticipated a week after my first chemotherapy. And I do believe I will bounce back like the tulips.

Later today, my white blood count will be checked to assure that the treatment is not suppressing it to precarious levels. And I expect to resume the journey toward spring.