Farmers' Market flashback

I went to the Barr Street farmers' market this morning.  I bought some fresh veggies and some apple-ginger jelly (yummy) but mostly I just enjoyed the colors.  It was a lovely crisp, cool morning and everything seemed to glow in the sunshine. I enjoyed the red, green and yellow peppers, the deep green okra, purple egg plants and creamy white goat cheese. But at one booth there were some beautiful bunches of what I think of as old fashioned flowers. Zinnias, mums and I don't know what else. As I admired the flowers I flashed back to my Aunt Ida's flower beds.  Aunt Ida, a farmer's wife, grew masses of flowers along both side of the drive leading up to their house and more across the front of the lot along the road. It was an amazing array of blooms that I looked forward to every year. What makes it more amazing to me, looking back as an adult, is that my aunt grew these beautiful flowers while dealing with a husband crippled with polio, raising ten children and running the farm. Perhaps it was her therapy.