To Templestowe — With Flowers
For the Houses That Have Room to Breathe
Some places, a single bouquet can fill the room with life. Templestowe is different. Here, the houses are big, and the flowers need to hold their own.
Most weekends, we drive up Manningham Road, past horse paddocks and wrought-iron letterboxes. We're delivering centrepieces for family lunches—three generations, kids running in the backyard, adults talking, and flowers that quietly hold the table together. We've learned that in Templestowe, the flowers need to look like they belong there. Loose, layered, natural.
Other deliveries take us toward Westerfolds Park. Milestone birthdays. Backyard lunches. Arrangements of banksia, eucalyptus, and creamy roses—Australian, soft, and naturally blending with the environment. After the party, a photo comes through. Leaves scattered across the table. Flowers mingling as if they've always been there. That's the Templestowe way. Nothing forced.
Then there are the quieter ones—houses near Templestowe Village, where small shops know everyone's name. We once delivered to a mother who was in the garden, gloves on, pulling weeds. She took off her gloves before she took the flowers. "They're like the ones my mother had," she said. Those are the moments that stay with us.
From our studio in Nunawading, it's a 15-minute drive to any of these places. Fifteen minutes is long enough for us to think about the houses we're heading toward—the high ceilings, long tables, and gardens that stretch toward the bush.
If you have someone in Templestowe—whether it's a family lunch, a milestone birthday, or a garden waiting for its camellias—we can be there today.