How does the narrator's understanding of Miss. Lottie at the end of the story compare to her feelings about the women at the begining of the story?

At the end of the story, the narrator not only feels compassion for Miss Lottie, but as an adult, she feels her pain as well.... the need for beauty, the passion for marigolds.

For one does not have to be ignorant and poor to find that his life is as barren as
the dusty yards of our town. And I too have planted marigolds.