I shall get well!

I was sidelined by a migraine today...the first in over a month, so I'm thankful they are much less frequent now. Still, it was a rough day. But when I was well enough to actually open my eyes this evening, this passage in THE SECRET GARDEN brought me much joy because it reminded me of my own lovely garden right now and how it makes me feel to see spring sweep in:

And over walls and earth and trees and swinging sprays and tendrils the fair green veil of tender little leaves had crept, and in the grass under the trees and the gray urns in the alcoves and here and there and everywhere were touches and splashes of gold and purple and white and the trees were showing pink and snow above his head and there were fluttering of wings and faint sweet pipes and humming and scents and scents. And the sun fell warm upon his face like a hand with a lovely touch. And in wonder Mary and Dickon stood and stared at him. He looked so strange and different because a pink glow of color had actually crept all over him -- ivory face and neck and hands and all.
"I shall get well! I shall get well!" he cried out. "Mary! Dickon! I shall get well! And I shall live forever and ever and ever!"