I often buy our flowers on Saturday morning from the stalls at the Market. I like buying from the farmers who actually grow the blooms–so appreciative of all the hard work that goes into their entire process. From growing, to bringing to their stall, to selling the blooms, to packing it all up at the end of the day, to starting all over the next day. Many are so kind and often soft spoken. A few of my favorites have a sparkle in their eye when I ask them a question about their flowers, as I know how proud they are of them. The sign for these said ‘Flowering Kale’ but when I asked she said in a softly sweet tone, “But I like to think of them as my cabbage roses” as she wrapped up the big bundle for me. They did a happy dance down the middle of the Sunday supper table out on the island.