Most mornings, our day starts on Springfield Road.
The light catches the treetops near the golf course. A runner passes the paddocks. The Nunawading train line hums in the distance — not loud, just present.
We deliver here often. Not because it’s convenient, though it is. Because Nunawading is where the request is usually simple: "She's not feeling herself today." Or "It's just a Tuesday, but I wanted to."
One delivery stays with us. A weatherboard house near the Mahoneys Road turn-off. The woman who answered wasn't expecting flowers — her son had ordered them the night before, just because. She stood on the porch for a long time, holding them, not saying anything. Then she pointed to the front garden. "I planted those roses when he was born."
That's Nunawading. Flowers don't need an occasion. They just need a reason.
Another regular stop: a small street behind the Nunawading station. The same house, every few months. Always the same instruction — "Something with colour. She'll know who it's from." We leave it by the side gate, where the herbs are growing.
From the studio, it's five minutes to any of these places. Five minutes is long enough to remember that in Nunawading, flowers are never just flowers. They’re conversations that don't need words.
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