Flor Naranja Novels & Stories

"My work is something a lot of people could use. Even you, Sharon—and this gentleman here—could benefit from it. In fact, he would benefit even more than you would. Why don't you take a guess?" Sharon studied her briefly. "Are you a florist?" Marina looked genuinely shocked. "How did you guess that?" Sharon smiled. "I can smell a faint floral scent on you. It's not perfume or fragrance oil—it's the kind of natural scent only fresh flowers carry. "Yours isn't a single note either; it's rich and layered. You must spend a lot of time around flowers. Also, your nail color looks like it's been tinted by petals. And you still have bits of petals caught in your hair.

The bright yellow and orange flowers were beautiful and Flora could not help smelling their fresh and minty scent. “Do you know what these are, Nadi?” she asked her daughter who shook her head. “These are called sanaria. I didn’t know that these could repel insects, but they do make the chicken broth taste a lot better.” Rosa probably forgot to put these on her list, thought Flora. “Let’s just pick some of the leaves, Nadi. Don’t get too much from one place or your Uncle Emil will be angry at you.” Flora instructed her daughter.

“Guess they didn’t all die.” I ran over to it and waved Zena over. The flower was small, pretty and seemed like it had just bloomed as it was the only ray of light amidst the brown leaves in the greenhouse. It was a combination of orange, yellow and red and it was the prettiest sight I have ever seen. “Ohhh…That’s a lantana.” Zena said, touching the flower softly and smiling. “You know it?”

Rosa said dropping her water can she was holding on the ground, she opened her arms and without being told Jason walk right into her arms, embracing her, Jason was taller than her, he was just like his father. She was the only one Jason had shown his soft side. "How was school today?" Rosa asked as they dispatch themselves and she bend down to pick her water can and start watering the flowers again. "It was fine mother." Jason answered. "Your love for this flowers is immeasurable." "Yes son, I have missed it for so long." Rosa said and pointed at an orange Rose flower. "The orange Rose flower will soon blossom, for instance, it means chastity, purity, and loveliness."

"In an hour." "Tell her to stay home, no need to leave her to someone else." Brent broke off a clove of orange, his fingers filled with the fresh, slightly tart scent of the fruit.It took Hermosa a moment to realize this, and she flushed: "That's... that's too much trouble for you-" Before she could finish her sentence, Brent gagged her slightly open lips with an orange petal and shoved the orange into her mouth. The fragile peel of the orange was bitten through and the sweet and sour juice moistened Hermosa's lips, making them look even more luscious.

“R-Really?” “Of course, so, please give me some time, okay?” She smiled and could not help herself to jump onto him and hugged him tightly. “Thank you so much, Ty!” Tyeron chuckled and hugged her. “Sure, no problem.” “Ahmm, excuse me ma’am and sir, here’s our other fruit seedlings. We have Rambutan, Lanzones, seedless satsuma, mandarin, bananas, papayas and calamansi.” “Wow, they look amazing,” Tyeron said while looking at the seedlings.

There were red, crimson, pink, white and orange. While looking around, Kylie briefly explained the flowers Celine pointed out. "The most fragrant rose is this one, the Princess Rose," she said, touching a dark red rose. "Hey, there are names, anyway?" Celine asked, surprised. "There are many, this white one is called Great White Rose, and the pink one is called Pertiwi Rose." "The red one is also a different name?" Celine approached a pot whose roses were about to bloom. She had never seen orange-coloured ones like that before. She thought it wasn't even a rose.

The leaves have a shiny green upper surface with a duller green lower surface and extend to a pointed tip. To the touch, they feel finely toothed, like the ruffles of a feather. At the moment, there is sun filtering in through the leaves to create glimmering patches of sunlight on the grass. The tree is as wide as it is tall. Not standing so tall, are the lemon and blood orange trees. These trees have come to life, with their citrus goodness and their simplicity. Next to the trees are a bed of flowers composed of calendulas. They are gently moving back and forth in a swaying motion. This flower is a beautiful work of art as evidenced in this close-up. The intricate design of each petal is be

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''

Pink roses, white lilies, and bright yellow sunflowers all looked so lively in Sabrina's hands. With precision, Sabrina began arranging these flowers. She placed the pink roses in the center as the focal point, surrounded by gentle white lilies. Then, she added touches of yellow sunflowers around to bring cheerfulness to the arrangement. Not only flowers, but Sabrina also included some lush green leaves among the flowers. These leaves provided a beautiful contrast and made the flower arrangement come alive.