Dr. Flower

My mum and dad in retirement lived in a high-rise rental unit in Lotus City for a number of years. There were a large number of rental units for almost exclusively elderly people. My dad in his heyday had grown an abundant number of dahlia and gladiola and they missed the prospect of having cut flowers always available for their home. He spent half of his horticultural lifetime as well giving away flowers to all and sundry. Since I am a chip off the old block and have grown dahlia for a number of years in volume, but not glads, since deer eat those flowers and what's a glad without any bloom?
      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.