Rhoda’s flowerpot.

I used to deliver to an ageing customer who owned this pot, one of three. Every spring it and the other two were filled with Fritillaria Meleagris. I used to admire them every year and I used to comment how they always put a smile on my face. One day she pointed to one of the pots, which had been set aside from the others and said don’t forget that when you leave. I said no I can’t take that, but she was insistent and had instructed her daughter to put it aside for me. Every spring they flower relentlessly and I used to say every time they flower I think of you. She said you’ll think of me when I’m dead and gone. I replied I’d rather think of you whilst you’re alive. Sadly our area was changed and we no longer went there. I expect now that she probably has passed as it was at least 15 years ago. Her name was Rhoda and every time I went there her husband would shout something from a distant room. She would always say oh shut up you silly old fool. That made me smile as do her flowers every spring. In the summer I plant something atop, this time Erigeron, the tiny white daisies, yet to flower.