Welcome friends to a little place I call heaven. It also goes by the more formal name of The Grounds Florals by Silva but heaven works just fine for me. I don’t know what it is about little flower shops but I gravitate towards them like a chubby child towards a sprinkle cupcake. One of my fondest memories of life in Paris was every corner having a fleuriste and all the tables, buckets and shelves overflowing with gorgeous fleurs to adore. I would often only adore from afar on my daily walks home, feeling I lacked enough French to pick up a bunch and pay for it without causing a big fuss. There were two people I would never want to offend or have offside in Paris; your local boulanger or fleuriste.
Do I have them arrange something for me and then have no ability to say “enough” when the bouquet got too big? Do I grab a few stems of the gorgeous roses in the bucket and try my luck that way? Do you strictly not touch a thing and just be thankful that you can at least view them through the shop window where you cause no one any inconvenience or embarrass yourself? These are the conundrums you face living in a country without knowing the language. The struggle of a foreign flower lover is definitely real.
Lucky for me I have no such problem in Australia and I hate to think the damage I could do here if I lived locally. The hotel stays and the flight back to Brisbane on my visits to Sydney are the only things that have saved me from dropping every last penny I have on all the the pretty little bunches here. Whilst I personally see no real issue if the sacrifice was food money for fleurs (life is short, buy the flowers!) the adult in me says it would probably not be viewed all that favourably by certain company in the Denton household.
“With freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy?” – Oscar Wilde