Sunday, November 30, 2014

A holiday tour at Bow Street Flowers

It's Sunday and I've spent the afternoon tidying up at the shop, opening Christmas and Holiday bins - getting a late start it seems by the looks of the world around us.

Here's a little tour of the shop.

Small Tatine candles in three scents:  Kensington Gardens, Love That Burns and Swarm of Bees.
We also carry the standard original Tatine candle in Wood Smoke, Honeysuckle, Neroli and Geranium Bourbon

 Hand made ornaments from Yessil in Brooklyn.

Venetian Harlequin ornaments

Small gifts.  A pair of French Opaline vases.

Paperwhites in vintage bowls with vintage English ribbon and pinecones.

Fragrant hostess gifts.

Quince, pine needles, wild rose hips, cones and each one has a leaf ornament tucked in.

We've decided to make wreaths this year and it's gotten a bit out of control!   Next Sunday, the 7th they'll be at Pod located not far from us on Oxford Street in Cambridge.  If you've never been to Pod, you have a treat in waiting in your future.  My go-to for gifts - and they mail purchases for you!!!

Amaryllis coming in, hopefully Twinkle orchids too:  all set up as presents!

Friday, November 28, 2014

Wedding at the Boston Public Library

Our last wedding of the year was at the Boston Public Library.  Mary and Daniel were married at All Saints Episcopal Church in Brookline.  Mary wore her Grandmother's gown:  it's a style for the ages, especially this one.  Her Mother wore it too.  

The Bridesmaids wore blue. The Maid of Honor's dress mirrored the style of Mary's gown.

View from the hallway at the entrance to the library.

Dinner table with Bridesmaids' bouquets over the mantle.


Next post all about the holidays!

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Carlos Thomas was my web designer.  Ten years ago, he was just out of school and I had just purchased the shop from my predecessor.  He built my first website and then rebuilt it a few years ago.

Carlos got married, had two babies, bought a two family house an hour from Boston and built his business.  He loved his family, his community and beautiful flowers.

Before he died last week, Carlos told his wife La Neia that he wanted us to do the flowers for his memorial service.  He didn't want funeral flowers:  he wanted wedding flowers.

I've never known a sweeter, gentler person than Carlos.  It won't be the same in my world without him.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Home wedding

I love doing house flowers.  Our Bride, Lauren was married at her Grandmother's house in Somerville: an old Victorian.   She chose some colors, I suggested some colors and we came up with this pretty palette.

Again, I relied on the Bride for photos who just emailed these pics from her big day.

Thank you, Lauren.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Lucky for me...

there's a phtographer at every wedding!

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Light and longevity

During the years when I was growing up on the Southern California coast, I was, like other California natives, tuned in to the subtleties of seasonal change; there were few autumn leaves, no snow storms, and no flowering fruit trees.  The light informed us that Autumn was coming.  The slight drop of the sun on the horizon was as intense a harbinger of seasonal change as an overnight frost.  Even as we were still swimming in the Bay, and the sun was setting at 8:30, we sensed a profound shift from the bright summer.

Mid-west or east coast migrators were only aware that the days were mostly bright and there wasn't any snow: that was their California joy and relief.  The ability to wear shorts all year was a constant source of awe. Endless summer.

In Spring the winds shifted on shore, the air became softer, there was often overcast for most of the day until late in the afternoon and the sun, at the same angle it had been when Fall began to arrive, burned through the mist, washing everything golden until it fell behind San Pedro hill.

Here in New England I enjoy that subtle shift only at the end of the summer.  Some folks will wonder what's changed.  The days are warm and dry or humid:  just like June and July, but I know it's that subtle drop of the sun on the horizon that changes the light just enough to add shimmer to the whole length of a tree at mid day and shorten it's shadow across the lawn.

 On an eighty degree afternoon  in early September, I sit in the back yard facing the setting sun that's veiled behind our ash trees and the neighbor's weeping willow.  The air is dry and the bit of light that gets through to the garden turns the dahlia stalks a lovely copper green.

I was going to write a little something about the longevity of flowers and customer expectations but I'll save that for another post.  I keep thinking about swimming in that Bay.