Daisy and Violet clipped, trimmed, and wrapped flowers all morning Saturday. They are planning on having a sale to help move out the rest of the summer flowers before they perished so they have to be perfect.
“You’re doing a great job, Daisy. Seems like you picked up that green thumb from your mom after all.” Violet said excitedly.
Daisy looked at her creation and smiled. “Yeah, I guess I did, huh.”
“How is everything with your granddaddy’s farm, I don’t see much of him these days.” Violet said as she picked up the last bouquet of flowers they had left to wrap.
“He and the farm are doing well. He still does everything that he used to. I am assuming, just a little slower.” Daisy replied.
Violet laughed at that. “I think us old folks are all moving a little slower these days, but, we all have our passions that keep us going. Your grandad with the winery and the farm, me with these flowers, Frank with this store.”
She walked over and put the last bunch of wrapped flowers into a cornucopia shaped basket and placed them on the side of the counter by the register.
“I think they look lovely, Violet. I really do enjoy doing this. It’s peaceful, relaxing almost.” Daisy said as she was straightening up all the wrappings and cleaning up all the trimmings of the stems and ribbon. “I don’t like to just sit around, and this suits me just fine as what us “young’ folk consider busy work. Daisy snickered.
“I’m just glad to have the help. My fingers don’t worl like they use to. Arthritis has set in, I’m afraid. Maybe one day you can take over for me.” She winked.
“There will never be another you, Violet. You wrap them like no one else I have ever seen.”
“It’s called love my dear. You have to love what you do. It’s then that your job, isn’t a job.”
“Your right!” said Daisy. “Then, getting paid is a perk.”
“It’s kind of slow in here today isn’t, Violet?” Daisy asked as she wiped down the counter.
“Yes, I’m afraid it is. I remember days where we had a steady rush of people all day. But now,” she said as she looked around her station, “There isn’t hardly anyone.”