Flowers for Old Women

 After our girls’ ballet recital a couple of years ago, we wanted to do something special for their dance instructor.  I asked Tina if she would put together a flower arrangement for her.  So she took the girls to the market, selected some flowers and a pot, came home and planted them.

May 16, 2008

It was Memorial Day weekend.  “How about we go down to the beach for breakfast on Monday, and afterwards, we can drop the flowers off,” I suggested.  The beach was always a popular suggestion, so it was a done deal.  We had breakfast at The Royal Treat in Rehoboth and then headed up to Lewes.  The instructor’s home was easy to find.

We pulled into her driveway to find three vehicles parked there.  It looked as though she had company, and we didn’t want to intrude.  We had come unannounced.  Tina said she would take just the girls in, and we would get out of her way in no time.  She and the girls walked up to the door, knocked, and Mrs. R. soon let them in. 

“Mrs. R. is really going to like those flowers” I told the boys.  “Women always like getting flowers.  Just look around the yard, she obviously likes them.”

Elias had some additional information to offer.  “Yea daddy, and old women really like flowers.”  I hadn’t made that observation myself, but it sounded reasonable.

In a few minutes, Tina, the girls, and Mrs. R. came out of the side door of the house.  At that point, Asher made his own observation.  “Look daddy, she’s not quite all the way old yet.”  I am sure Mrs. R. would have been flattered by that comment.  I guess in Asher’s eye, she still had some life left in her.   Which was good for us, as the girls already had their hearts set on taking dance class with her next fall.