The flower lady once a year fills the back of her little car with freshly cut peonies and begins her deliveries. She has her regulars and then throws in a few newbies. The expressions are the same each time she knocks on a door – sweet little old ladies who beam with surprise and delight. They look shocked each year but the flower lady has been a regular so maybe the surprised looks are out of courtesy or disbelief that they made it one more year alive and are still on the flower delivery list. This year however, the flower lady (me) will be out of state and the bloomage is set for right when I am gone. My friend will do some deliveries and clean up my bushes so to all you sweet little ladies out there . . . next year gals.
Tara Truly 