I was thinking about begonias the other day. To most people that would be an odd thing to hear from someone. But, begonias were a big part of my life for a while. My mom's final change to her dream house a new driveway that curved from the street, across the front yard to a carport. It went across the walk from the street to the house and was above the walk and the area of the walk from the driveway to the front steps was made level with the driveway. This, with the flower bed in front of the house, made a small triangular area and was covered with grass. It was hard to mow the small irregular area and looked kind of odd to me, so I decided to make it into a flower garden. Begonias caught my eye because of the different colors of flowers and leaves that were available. It became a ritual every spring to buy several of each color and plant them in a curving design. Dusty Millers were planted next to the main flower bed to separate the two. The beautiful little plants saved my life in a way. One weekend as I was planting them, I got chest pains and had to stop several times to let them go away. I blamed them on a hard week's work. When I got to work early Monday morning I got the pains again and remembered them from the weekend and thought nothing of it, until I realized I hadn't done any physical labor. Then other symptoms came around,,,dizziness, weakness, pain in the arm and a cold sweat. That's when I went to the emergency room which led to my bypass surgery.