Golden Hour
White flowers in yellow paper, like the last hour of sun.
From 55 USD
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Soft Pink
What tenderness would weigh, if you could hold it.
159 USD
What is inside
Nothing but pale pink hydrangea, gathered into one soft cloud.
Included
- Delivery in Kyiv, Odesa, Lviv, Kharkiv, Dnipro or Vinnytsia
- A card with your note
- The poem of this bouquet
- Day and address chosen by her, never shared with you
Arranged by hand: flowers and shades can vary slightly with the season. Photos show a large size.
Delivery
We invite her by email to choose a day within the next 14 days, and a time window. Delivery is included in the price. During air-raid alerts couriers pause, and we move the time if we need to.
Refunds
If she declines, or the gift cannot be delivered, you are refunded in full. If she does not answer, the gift waits for her. Once paid, an order cannot be cancelled, and flowers and food cannot be returned: they are perishable. If something arrives damaged, we replace it or refund you.
Care
Cut the stems at an angle, change the water every two days, and keep the flowers away from direct heat.
What it says
Nothing but pale pink hydrangea, gathered into one soft cloud. Up close the pink is not one pink: it warms toward peach in places and thins toward white in others, as the inside of a shell does. There is no other flower to look at, so she will look at this. A cream ribbon hangs down from it, and that is the only thing anyone has added.
It is large, and looks as though it weighs nothing. At the door she will shift it in her arms to be sure. You send it to say thank you for something with no name: for how she is with you, for the way she asks and then listens.
When to send it
When a thank-you is too small a word for the way she has looked after you.
How she receives it
- She receives an email with your name and a private link.
- She chooses the day, the hour and the address. You never see them.
- A courier brings the flowers, your note and the poem. We tell you when they are delivered.
The poem that travels with it
Printed on a card, in Ukrainian with an English translation.
Садок вишневий коло хати,Хрущі над вишнями гудуть,Плугатарі з плугами йдуть,Співають ідучи дівчата,А матері вечерять ждуть.
Taras Shevchenko
