Early to bed, early to rise. Thus is the life of a village florist in search of the best the Boston Flower Exchange has to offer. Awaking before the sun rises to join the flow of cars into the city of Boston is a part of my livelihood that can bring me joy and frustration, depending on the amount of cars joining me en route. But once the FLEURS license plate sits stationary in the parking lot on Albany Street, I know that beauty awaits me inside the automatic doors guarding paradise.
I know most of the vendors by name and we enjoy chatting about this and that and it is just this community that makes me rise before dawn. And the flowers, of course. There will always be the football field full of flowers that enchant the senses. I will always hand select every flower that makes it's way into my designs and then into someone's home. Attention to detail can mean so much as being mindful of what I do is part of my philosophy of life. Like the chef who searches the forest for the perfect truffle or morel mushroom I enjoy the process behind the product. Now if only the sun would rise a little earlier.....
