We’ve been having dreary, gray, cloudy days. It made me think of the flower market in Lima. We could walk just a few blocks from our apartment in Miraflores, and wander into the midst of the flower ladies. We would be surrounded by blooms of every kind imaginable. Meandering through the crowded spaces between the vendors, we could choose a single flower or whole bouquets. For just a few nuevo sol coins, we could bring color home to spread into every room. My husband was the one who would say on Saturdays, let’s take a walk to the market. He loved to give me flowers. He would pay for our selections and then present them with a smile and a flourish, like a handsome prince bowing to his princess. It’s a memory that brings sunshine on a cloudy day.