Feast or Famine

So wonderful to see the fridge full again after the sweeping success of Mother's Day. I truly hope everyone enjoyed their flowers. Over the last three weeks we've learned a lot of things and will change a few things as we strive to make each person thrilled to receive flowers from Petals.  It's been a bit of a whirlwind since we opened the shop and I haven't had much time to focus on the very thing we have - flowers! It was lovely to spend Wednesday doing Harbour Nights. I sat working while the fridge was humming and looked up every so often to see the different varieties that had just arrived. As always in limited quantities. As always, yours for the choosing. Enjoy! ...njb

Delphinium

Astrantia

Parrot Tulips

Clematis

Peony

Lilies

Miniature Gerbers in Pink

Gerbers in pale yellow

Celebrating Mother's Day

Mother's Day is one of those days when the flower world goes wild. There seems to be a dearth of flowers available or not as the case may be. Growers are pushed to the max and demand is high. I think Mother's Day is only second behind Valentine's Day in our mad, mad world of colour, fragrance and texture. In spite of the high demand, we are insistent with our growers and suppliers to secure the finest quality available. As always, available in limited quantities, for you!

Gotta Get A Gerbera

As a child, I loved pink: hot pink, Pepto Bismol pink, ballerina pink and most of all Schiaparelli pink. Pink was sassy, girly and fun. I wasn't fussy, I loved every shade of pink and everything I had was pink, except for my glasses - the frames were green but that's a whole other story.  I can't quite pin-point when my tastes changed.

I became drawn to shades of orange: Smartie, Pumpkin, Terracotta, Hermes; I have names for them all. Wondering why I was addicted, I looked up the healing properties of orange: apart from being cheery and non-constricting, it has healing powers allowing one to think creatively, it urges a sense of freedom. It ignites a fierce fire within me demanding I celebrate life. That sounds about right.

So you can imagine how excited I was to see the all the flowers arrive. The bellies of the Gerbera petals were an orange-y brick tinged with saffon at the tips, they begged to be stroked like the underside of a child's chin. Softly. The  pointed green suit of armour overlapped and standing guard.

The tulips, so tightly closed, looked like they were holding in the cusp of their petals, a dying ball of fire.

Until I die, I shall call this brain coral but it's name is elosia Cristata

Stocks

Peony

Dahlia

Anthurium

Raspberry Ripple Rose

Astilbe

Greeneria Exotica

Mark Rose is a wonderful friend and incredible event designer and florist. When he was younger Joanne, his mom, would send him out into the garden to pick flowers. He would come back with an armful. As she did not know all the names, she'd make up something fantastical. I love her all the more for doing that!

I have no idea what the above greenery is. Amanda found it in her garden. But henceforth, I shall always know it as Greeneria Exotica. 

Euphorbia

Oncidium Orchid