I came to appreciate perennials when we bought our last house in Texas. We moved in just as summer turned to fall, so I didn’t do much with the yard or flower beds. We endured a heartbreaking winter that year, including a late-January surgery. During my recovery, I mostly stayed holed up inside.
One day, in a burst of grief-fueled activity, I went outside and started cleaning out the beds. I was delighted to find daffodils about to bloom! The significance of its beauty hit me like a blinding light. A month later, we had tulips, followed by lilies and then irises. The previous homeowner had left a gift that would return every year.
I decided that wherever I lived after that, I would plant perennials, beautiful reminders of resurrection.