Hello everyone today
I write what I said a little too original name that started the idea of \u200b\u200bthe blog ... Garden In Love.
This new post will smell of violet ....
Last Saturday, I brought my sister into a florist in Ancona that has always intrigued me. There had never entered before, a little out of hand because I respect my usual route, a bit of forgetfulness. The shop is called
Former Fioreria of and is being Amendola Garden behind the restaurant.
I do not know why, but I immediately had the feeling of being in a place that I liked, I felt at ease and, if I could, I wanted to spend more time in there.
The owner is really nice; not being a regular customer, I can only speak on the basis of feelings, but I thought I look forward, smiling and polite.
I think these three things may already be enough to return to a hypothetical client a second time in a store. In Ancona, in my opinion, this kind of shortage of sellers.
The shop consists of three spaces.
At the entrance there is the case and then there are the flowers.
The vessels are few, but the flowers are beautiful, "Gordo" and bright colors. It is absolutely impact.
Following is a space devoted to furniture. Candle holders, vases, plates, silver door sauces etc. A rustic but choice and absolutely non-commercial use. I colors in this room are those of nature, without strong contrasts and delicate. Finally
under wrought-iron sign that says "jardin" is the entrance to a beautiful veranda. First, it is a piece of paradise in the center. An absolute gem, I think is not easy to find, a green garden ... almost a secret garden.
I stopped at the entrance and I could not help but remind one of the few books read as a child (because strangely I hated to read when I was a brat): The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett.
Written in the early 1900's, this novel tells the story of Mary, an orphan girl brought up in England under the care of his uncle. The small finds
that the wife of this uncle died in their beautiful garden staff and because of despair over the incident, his uncle when he closed the garden by burying the key, so that nobody could ever again set foot in that place "sacred."
Mary manages to find the key and discovers a neglected garden, but full of mystery.
As a child, I hid in the garden below the house, and for whole afternoons, accompanied by Frncesca, trying to relive the emotions of Mary, we tried, our secret garden.
This desire has never faded.
I would also like a place that I, a place that needs care, a place to flourish with love, a place where you can hear silence, where the smell of grass and breathe the scent of flowers, where you can always be yourself, even the new girl who excited in the garden of the house.
I mean, it's funny how a simple flower shop, can bring out all this from a person's mind, but I've seen faces serene in there, and I'm sure that behind the face of those old ladies who spent their time to choose right flower to put in the house, there were girls who wanted them too, like me, be Mary.
So, having walked around for half an hour, I could not resist the desire to buy flowers to put in a vase at home.
is not an action I'm used to, my house is not used much, the florist in the house was frequented only close to some holidays, like Mother's Day, Valentine's Day etc.
Above my beautiful vase. Elisa
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