We went to the farmers' market and met the Flower Lady. She insisted that we each take a bouquet of flowers. I saw a lot of dollar bills flashing between pockets in an attempt to pay her, but she kept slipping them back. She insisted that they were gifts.
She and her husband both work full time during the week in the city, and every evening they drive 50 miles south to their land, working with the dahlias. And every Saturday and Sunday they are there by 5 a.m. to cut fresh flowers, driving back in time for market.
We were invited to the farm, and there was talk of having noodles. My, they work so hard and such genuinely friendly people! What can I possibly make for them in return??