There is a dahlia farm down the road from where we board our horses up in Petaluma. For years, I drove by this farm everyday (sometimes twice a day) bringing the girls to the barn. I don’t remember ever discussing this place or it’s beautiful array of blooms in the fields by the road with the girls. The picture those flowers provided was simply a visual gift for drivers like me on their way to…somewhere.
I don’t make that daily drive anymore. Maddie is 17 and now drives herself (and her little sister) on that 1½ hour round trip journey. Today, after all these years, Maddie stopped off at that farm. She hand-picked these six beautiful blooms, paid for them with her own money, came home & arranged them in this vase…for me.
I was out at the market when she got home & when I returned these lovely dahlias greeted me from the kitchen window. I immediately thought of the farm in Petaluma and smiled (one of those smiles that starts deep down in your stomach, lightens your heart as it makes it’s way up to your mouth, pushing each corner up). Maddie came into the kitchen and looked at me with one of those same smiles…