The magic of a flower shop


There are two natural talents I do not have: one is a beautiful singing voice and the other is green fingers. (I am hoping both will be assigned to me in Heaven.)

But for now, I can appreciate both. And fresh flowers are something I cannot walk past without pausing, touching and being tempted to buy.


They are a versatile and beautiful way of ‘decorating’ a room, changing up a space, or adding pops of colour to bring energy, artistry and joy into any environment.

And when it comes to fresh flowers – there is no denying the power and allure of a unique wonderland encased within the walls of a flower shop.


The moment you step inside – be it intentionally or magically lured in from the sidewalk – the world pauses. As you stand among the many buckets of colourful cheer - all vying for your attention - your heart smiles, and for a moment you feel embraced by a multi-coloured palette of happiness.

No matter the reason for your visit, you suddenly cannot choose,

and you want to buy them all.

‘Oh look, there are tulips – I love tulips. But wait, those ranunculi are just gorgeous.

What about the roses and the lilies? Ooh – what are those flowers, they are so beautiful.’

The conversation in your mind continues until a floral shop assistant gently breaks the spell and asks, ‘Can I help you?’

What will it be?

The dancing sunflowers or the whimsical sweet peas? Gladioli, irises or smiling Gerberas?

But then there are the stunning proteas.

And they all seem to irresistibly say, ‘Pick us. Choose us!’

You do finally choose.


Today it will have to be the tulips. ‘Purple or white? Perhaps the purple. Next time I will buy the white ones.’

And then you relax. That is the solution – next time.

You can come again – next week and the next.

And each time you can enjoy the wonder and magic of a flower shop.