Sending Gardenias Novels & Stories

“Oh my!” Sharon screamed, at the top of her voice apparently As she looked at the parcel of land she had intended to weed Someone had cleared the grass, and placed baskets of seeds for her, flower seeds. Another basket had trowels in it “Sunflower, lilies, chrysanthemum, roses, dandelion—” “Do you like it?” Sharon turned around, to see him standing behind her. His arms were folded in front of him, and he was wearing black shorts

I smiled. “What are those?” Sure thing, Sean didn’t know anything about flowers. Why though? Is he buying me a bouquet? Leon and him got into a conversation again. Anyway, gardenia symbolizes peace and calmness. It’s just too fragrant to suit the meaning it stands for. Stephanotis, on the other hand, symbolizes marital happiness. It’s perfect for Sean and I.

Sophia's POV Six months after the sentencing, I planted roses in the garden. Not dramatically. Not as a gesture. I'd been thinking about it since the botanical garden in early spring and by September the thinking had become a quiet intention and by October I was at the nursery with Isabella choosing varieties with the focused seriousness the occasion deserved. "This one," Isabella said. Pointing to a New Dawn in a terracotta pot. Its late season blooms still holding on. "That's my mother's favorite."

As I smoothed out one section of earth, Evelyn came beside me with a small box. "Seeds," she said. "I found them in the storage. They’re labeled. Thought we could start with these." I opened the box and smiled. Pansies, forget-me-nots, and marigolds. "Perfect," I said. She knelt beside me and handed me one packet. Our fingers brushed. Neither of us flinched. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, turning golden, Aunt Leda stood up and stretched. "I think we did good today, girls. Real good. Before the end of the month, these flowers will bloom and be so beautiful."

Then she returned and pointed out each selection. "Gladiolas for strength and faithfulness. Calla lilies for innocence and purity, amaryllis for splendid beauty, and daffodils for unrequited love." "Unrequited?" Charles asked. "Think of it as a plea for it to be requited," she answered with a wink. Charles noticed she missed one flower, a flower he recognized. "And the gardenias? What do they mean?" The young florist smiled and touched his gloved hand. "Secret loveand the sender of gardenias is lonely." The woman's gaze drifted to the flowers, and he realized she must be lonely as well. Loneliness was so tragic in such a shop such as this.

We could see the whole garden full of colorful spring flowers blooming, as well as a big vegetable greenhouse nearby . "Yes. FYI, Xavier and I once made out over there," I said, pointing to a wooden bench near the gazebo as I giggled. Gloria glared and waved. She complained uncomfortably, "Ew, too much information." We continued to stroll around the garden, which was mostly dominated by Peony bushes. Yes, Xavier dedicated this garden after my name. Unfortunately, the peonies were still in the marble-like stage because they only started fully blooming in late spring.

Still nothing. I study her and add. “If you love nice-smelling fresh flowers, I want to get you at least two hundred stems of Gardenia. I know they smell so good.” When she speaks, her voice is flat and monotonous. “I’ll prefer a Belladonna.” I frown. “Belladonna is a poisonous flower, Bethany.” She flashes me a mean glare that has me quickly apologizing. “Sorry, but it’s a poisonous plant that can cause madness.”

They had lot of flowers in the garden making it really colourful like it use to be in cartoons. They had roses, ixora, marigold, moon flower, jasmine, dehlia, daisy, lilies and so many other. This garden can even make her stay here a little longer if they've finally taken Derek down. It was like an encanto. Amelia bent down, putting her nose close to the the flowers, inhaling deeply. Her thoughts suddenly diverted to Sebastian. How would she help him. How would she make him bury the hate he has for humans?

I needed to feel something else, something to drown the fire that Adira had lit inside me. As I stepped into the flower garden—the one Baba had planted for Selene—I was greeted by the familiar riot of colors that had become its trademark. Peonies, Selene’s favorite, stood proudly amidst the towering sunflowers, while delicate hydrangeas and roses of every conceivable shade, littered the garden, making it any florist’s dream come true.

She actually did not mind the longcut; she loved the massive underground gardens. Entering through the north gate was like walking out of a cave and into a magical world. Gilly raised her arm, using her hands to spin the hanging baskets of rosemary, cooksonia, and lepidondendrons that surrounded the entrance. Touching their leaves stirred up a rich, sweet fragrance that drew out the Flutterflies and Mus Sigs as they buzzed through the air.