I started taking dahlias to my parents in Lotus City once a week. My truck with dahlias was noted by residents of the high-rise and my parents asked if I could bring some to their friends. My donations were well recieived and after a while many of the other renters came for flowers, waiting in the parking lot on Wednesday when I arrived. Bringing dahlias for me was no big deal because it saved me from deadheading in the plot.in another few days They all called me Dr. Flower.
I'm not sure I liked the name, at the time, but I was younger and I do now. I was worried it sounded like Dr. Dolittle or Mr. Rogers. The love of color and beauty by older people without gardens in a concrete apartment made that gift giving for me just nothing more than a continuation of my dad's generosity.
My dad died, my mother moved to a nursing home, my old truck expired and I ended my flower toting activity.