I’d love to tell you about the sweetest part of yesterday.
Though she isn’t pictured, I want to tell you about Dahlia Dottie. That’s not her real name, but hers is alliterative in the same way.
I was riding my bike today through my local park, and I stopped where these gorgeous dahlias were. Dottie was there, and she told me that her sister is the gardener of these beautiful flowers. I asked if I could take a few photos of them.
Then she asked, “Can I take a photo of you with them?”
“Sure,” I said. I thought it was going to be one photo.
And what followed was a ten minute photo shoot of poses she wanted me to take with the flowers. I think I have 14 pictures of me on my phone with these dahlias.
“Look over your shoulder like this.”
“Ooh, let’s get one with your bike.”
“Let’s get rid of that yellow flower for a second. Get in close to these red ones. Wouldn’t that be a great photo to send at Christmas?”
Obviously, I expected none of this, and the whole interaction was so delightful. I’m only posting a few pictures from my Dahlia photo shoot, but I’m really grateful for the ways Dahlia Dottie uplifted my day.
Smuggling Grace 