We’re happy to announce the upcoming launch of our new website. Including the debut of our fresh Fall 2010 sneak preview, next week you’ll notice changes big and small throughout the site to help make your experience visiting flower as enjoyable and inspiring as possible. Our blog will be fully integrated into our main site and will have a new address. So update your bookmarks and blogrolls to http://www.flowermag.com/blog and tell your friends to do the same!
Happy Labor Day weekend!
Love, the flower girls
Around this time of year in Alabama, as the sweltering summer heat begins to break and the leaves show their first signs of changing, a tingling feeling of excitement envelops the state. Is this anticipation related to the upcoming Labor Day holiday weekend? Somewhat. The thrill, however, primarily relates to this upcoming Saturday and the start of another college football season.
As a University of Alabama fan, I could not pass up a charming elephant watering can I came across earlier this summer. I have been eagerly awaiting football season—with visions of tailgates, National Championships, and Heisman Trophies dancing in my head—so that I would have an excuse to do this:
Whoever your team may be, happy football season!
Written by: Alice Lucas, intern
Hi flower readers! My name is Alice. I’m currently working at the magazine as the summer photography intern and learning so much about flowers! I am going to take you through a trip down memory lane to tell you about my favorite flower. Do you remember things from when you were little and how special they made you feel? Well, that is how I came to love roses.
When I was a little girl, my family had a rose garden right outside my bedroom window. On the weekends my dad would water and trim the roses, and sometimes my brother, sister, and I would help. After watering, we would go through every bush and pick some roses to cut, and my dad would always remind me to watch out for the thorns. Inside the house, my mom would put out different vases for us to choose from so that we could put arrangements in my sister’s room, my room, and around the house. She always let my sister and I choose which roses/colors we wanted in our arrangements, and most of the time I chose pink. Back then, it was my favorite color, and now, I still really love pink roses.
Years later, when I was a sophomore in high school, one of my friends received a bouquet of roses that were pink. When I saw the bouquet, I noticed all of the roses were dying except one. I took a picture of it, and it’s been one of my favorite pictures ever since.
Photo Credit: Alice Lucas
Next stop on my Mediterranean adventures: Dubrovnik, Croatia. The Dalmatian coast has a certain allure that encompasses the perfect mix of old-world history and palm-tree paradise—and let me tell you, I was entranced. Dubrovnik, Croatia, dubbed the “Pearl of the Adriatic,” is a city that truly glows in the sunlight with its white marble-lined streets and fanciful baroque architecture. Dubrovnik’s old city walls, complete with moat and drawbridge, enclose the historical maritime city. No longer full of water to keep out invaders, the moat may seem empty to some—but to this flower girl, it’s now much more full of beauty in its modernity. What could be lovelier in a dry moat than a landscaped garden? Surrounding the city walls and scattered among its white marble city, exotic flora abound in this once war-driven gem on the Adriatic Sea.
Stay tuned for the next post about my Mediterranean travels. To read my first post about the back story on the vacation and my first stop (Venice), click here.
Every flower about a house certifies to the refinement of somebody. Every vine climbing and blossoming tells of love and joy.
-Robert G. Ingersoll
Photo credit: Michael Mundy via flower Spring 2007 issue
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I’m lucky enough to have a gracious boss who allowed me to take two consecutive weeks off work. My sweet grandmother took me and 8 other grandchildren on a Mediterranean cruise from Venice to Barcelona to instill in us the “wander lust” that she has—and I can tell you, she succeeded victoriously. What I realized after landing in Venice, our first port, is that no matter how many days I am out of the office, my “flower hat” as Margot calls it, is a permanent fixture. It always keeps my ears and eyes open for anything floral… in gardens, fresh arrangements, fashion, or art. Flowers are everywhere—including the Mediterranean—and on this surreal trip, I couldn’t help but take notice!
Here are some of my favorite floral shots I took in Venice, a romantic maze of lagoons, gondolas, and surprises around every corner.
Venezia, ti amo.
Stay tuned for floral blog posts about the other fabulous places I visited!