As you can surmise from the home page picture of the waterfront dahlia garden I had a cut flower task every Wednesday to take flowers in my beater truck to my parents in the condo for them and their friends. I enjoyed it but hated the name they gave me, Dr. Flower. I felt like a sissy somehow and it wasn't cool. Now I don't mind since I am eighty and cool is out. In the end, since as I say in my book , An Elderly Eclectic Gentleman, "…my dad died, my mother moved to a nursing home, my truck expired, and I ended my flower toting activity." In retrospect It was one of the better things I did in my life.
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