Whenever I hear the word quaint, I think of Victorian chintz, fine bone china with gold inlay, an English garden, Miss Marple’s home in St. Marymead, and now, the quiet little town of Geraldine in New Zealand’s southern isles.
On the way to Lake Tekapo for our friends’ wedding, we stopped after a couple of hours from Christchurch to get brunch at this highly- recommended place in Geraldine called Verde Cafe and Deli.
Some say it’s best to visit Gardens by the Bay during the day, when you can actually see everything; when your pictures come out more punchy thus less reliant on phone camera filters.
Some months ago, the office went to the GBB right after work; as the sun was about to set. Because colors or shapes are indeed less pronounced in the dark, night time lent the garden an air of mystery and maybe a little bit of magic.
As you may gather from my past letters to you, I truly believe that anything is better with flowers around. On Christmas Eve the other day, I decided to go down the flower markets along Thompson Road again to get something nice for our humble Christmas dinner table at home.
Pale- looking pots of Poinsettia didn’t exactly spell “jolly ol’ time of the year” for me, when I initially planned on getting one or two of those. I scrapped the idea and decided on doing one of my random bouquet arrangements instead.
One of my favourite people in the world just had a birthday last week and a bouquet of her favourite blooms was in order.
I’d already asked her a while back what flowers she liked best and remembered her saying they were white roses. I intend to keep some form of journal to keep track of what flowers people like. Just so.
Remember when you were younger and it seemed the most crucial thing to know what your friends’ favourite colors were? Just so.