To Balwyn — With Flowers
For the Houses That Have Seen Generations
Some suburbs change quickly. New cafés, new apartments, new faces every year. Balwyn isn’t one of them.
Here, the streets are lined with elms that have stood for decades. Solid brick homes sit quietly behind tall hedges. These houses have watched children grow up, move away, and sometimes return with children of their own.
When we deliver to Balwyn, we’re not just sending flowers. We’re sending something that belongs.
Some mornings, we turn onto Whitehorse Road. The shops are still quiet. A gentleman in a tweed jacket waits for the tram. We stop outside a small café to drop off a modest bouquet — sweet peas and stock, nothing extravagant. In Balwyn, flowers rarely need an occasion. Just a Tuesday.
Other deliveries take us deeper into the leafy streets of Deepdene, past tennis courts and long driveways. We once recreated a bouquet for a fiftieth anniversary based on a pale pink rose from an old wedding photograph. We left it in the shade by the front door with a handwritten note. No one saw us. That’s how it should be.
Then there are the deliveries near Balwyn High School. More often than not, they’re for the parents — the ones driving to tutoring sessions, cooking late dinners, waiting for the bedroom lights to finally switch off. A small bunch of flowers left on the porch says something simple: "We see you."
From our studio in Nunawading, it’s about 15 minutes to Balwyn. It’s long enough to think about the homes we’re heading toward — the ones filled with history, discipline, and quiet devotion.
If you have someone in Balwyn — whether it’s an ordinary Tuesday, a golden anniversary, or a family who simply needs a gentle reminder — we can be there today.