MAIN STREET, WESTLER — Step through this door and the whole town disappears behind a wall of color. Buckets of blooms crowd every surface, petals drift across the floorboards like it's snowing in the wrong season, and the smell is something else entirely — like spring got itself bottled and refuses to leave.
Behind the Counter
Mrs. Rosalie Thorn — the sweetest woman in Westler, which the town finds endlessly funny given her sir name. She remembers what flowers you bought last, and more importantly, who they were for — and she has never once told any secrets. For a florist keeps more to herself than she says.
In the Buckets
- The apology posy — the famous one. Small, humble, and hand-tied. Has mended more Westler quarrels than the Lord Mayor ever has.
- Wildflower bunches, gathered from the valley meadows
- Sunday-table arrangements and wedding events
- Seeds and bulbs for those growing their own
Current Special
Autumn meadow bunches — the valley's last wildflowers of the year, tied with twine. When they're gone, they're gone till spring.
On the Notice Board
