Our neighbor, Curtis, grows flowers. I'm sure many of your neighbors grows flowers. But I mean Curtis really grows flowers. In fact, our friend Tish carried his flowers in her wedding. He is retired and, as it turns out, has a passion for dahlias.
He was working in his mega-garden this evening while Andrew and I took Henry for a walk. We visited for a while, and then he asked me to pick any flower in his garden and he would cut it for me.
What a beautiful gift.