Stories of Kindness from Around the World

When I was an at-home mom, there were times I wished I could buy some beautiful flowers, but money spent there was needed in the home.

I remember when walking into town with the family, as we often did  when we didn't have a car, my youngest daughter would always carry sticks when we walked. One of her many nicknames as a toddler was Stick Girl. One day when passing the Flower Lady with Stick Girl, The Flower Lady smiled at her and said, "Come here, I have something for you." She handed my daughter a beautiful long stemmed flower. My daughter dropped that stick and carried that flower from Grant Circle to the Boulevard and back home. We placed it in water and enjoyed the beauty of that flower along with the feelings of warmth and kindness from the Flower Lady.

Folks in our neighborhood would just run to her on a whim and get a bouquet of flowers whenever she's there.  I used to give directions by the Flower Lady, "Go three quarters around the rotary and you'll see the flower lady and take that right." My mom comes each year to visit. On her first summer visit this year after our hug and kiss she looked at me and said, "Where's the Flower Lady?"

And I had no clue. In my neighborhood, where I've been for 16 yars, the Flower Lady was an icon and now, she was no more.

I went on a search, and soon found her in another spot, at the Harbor Loop. I was glad to see her and I had to tell her she was missed!

Yes, I have a garden which I admire very much, but there was something about seeing those bright colors coming home after a day of work and the generosity of a dear, old lady whom I only know as the Flower Lady.