Peggy After the death of my husband, I drowned myself in flowers, a bittersweet memory of the good times we'd shared. I'd had the good fortune to fall in love with a man who wasn't great with words but understood the language of flowers. There had been flowers for every occasion, which culminated into the biggest flower delivery of all, my own shop in the small town of Willow Valley, Peggy's Petals. So I spent...