Sending Gardenias Novels & Stories

But still… “Auri.” This time, Gia raised her voice slightly. “Are you listening to me?” “Huh? Oh—yes!” Auri blinked, startled. “What is it?” Gia sighed. “We have our usual order. It’s on Friday. Have you prepared the base for the bouquet?” It took a moment before Auri processed what she meant—then it clicked. “Ah, right. Ten stems of lilies.” She let out a small laugh. “I’ll get it ready.”

After some back-and-forth, they decided on a botanical garden on the outskirts of the city, a hidden gem that had the exact serene charm Lydia had always envisioned. “So, flowers,” Lydia began, flipping through a notebook. “I was thinking roses, peonies, and some lilacs for color. But I want it to feel like a garden in full bloom, not too forced.” Gabriel leaned over the table, studying the list. “Roses are classic, but I love the idea of peonies. They’re delicate but bold. They suit you.” She smiled, her cheeks flushed with affection. “I think I’ll go with that. And maybe a few daisies to add a bit of whimsy.”

As natural as breathing. “I want to plant something else,” Helena said. “What,” Sera said. “Something for the Accra garden. Something from this garden that can go there too. Not now. In time. When the garden in Accra is big enough to receive it.” She looked at the Calloway Street garden. “Something that takes longer than lavender. Something that builds over years.” She met Sera’s gaze. “I want to send a peony cutting to Accra.” Sera held her daughter’s gaze. At the peony in its eighth bloom outside the window. At the plant that had been in the ground since before Helena was born. At the specific roots of it, deep enough now to produce something extraordinary without effort.

He's pouting. I walked towards the mansion , it was extravagant and detailed floral prints are painted in purple and gold colour . Even though , it's not like our mansion . It's extravagant for me . Then , we went towards the garden . The garden is filled with flowers of anemone ; it has many shades of flowers. It's pleasing to the eyes. There was a pergola , which was vertical pillars on the sideways are covered with wild vines . At the end of pergola , there was gazebo , a shadowed place which was built for tea session . June is already here in the gazebo .

Kenzo said and Yara blushed. They entered the garden and Yara was really amazed by the flowers that were arranged beautifully around the area. There were roses, orchids, tulips, lotus, gazania, water lilies, cherry blossom, bird of paradise, and dahlia. She was smelling each kind and touching their petals. "Like it?" Kenzo asked. "Yeah, this is amazing." Yara said and smiled at Kenzo. All their tantrums a while ago faded.

She cleared her throat and wiped her face once more. “Sorry. So. Yes. Gardens…” she took his hand in hers once more and moved forward. “Don’t know how you feel about flowers, but we have hundreds of varieties. Roses, lilies, vines, carnations, impatiens, zinnias, dahlias…”

Justin was working on a new strategy to supply their products in Asia and other emerging markets. Two days after she moved back to the Adams Mansion, she received a delivery from ‘Immortal Gardens’ in her office. It was a huge, beautiful flower arrangement encased in a glass container with a wooden base. The arrangement contained immortal roses, hydrangeas and other smaller flowers in different colors. The front of the wooden base had a message engraved on it, “You are incandescent.” She smiled from ear to ear. She knew exactly who sent her the flowers. She took a photo and sent Jin a message.

he asked, his old fingers stroking the red ribbon on the box. “Help you out,” I said softly. “Learn how to plant some flowers.” His tone was gruff. “I don’t need you to help me out. What flowers do you want to plant?” “Sweet peas, Alliums, Bugleweed. Anything. Even vegetables if I can’t grow flowers.” “Do you have the seedlings?” My heart rate picked up. “I… I will order them tomorrow.” He gave me an exasperated look, then turned around to walk deeper into the greenhouse. My heart swelled with excitement as I followed him into the huge glass encased paradise that smelled of earth and good things.

Keira POV As I approached the back door garden of the castle, I was immediately struck by the lovely plants that surrounded me. The crisp air of early autumn is infused with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustling of fallen leaves underfoot. Golden yellow chrysanthemums nodded lazily in the breeze, while deep purple asters sway gently alongside delicate pink and white carnations. Clusters of tall, spiky purple Liatris added height and drama to the garden, and the bright red of scarlet sage blooms added a vibrant pop of color.

I promised Jake that I will take the day off on Sunday, which I did. I went home. Allowing myself to reminisce every memory I have of my Grandparents the moment I set foot in Nonna’s garden. Thick and lush foliage Marigold is a huge contrast to the little sunflower softness of her daisies. Variety of orchids clung to the driftwoods that she specifically ordered from Italy. Two-lipped ray florets of gerberas in bountiful colors nestled under the beauty of greens. As I reached the double doors, the mingled scents of jasmine and roses did it for me.