Since the beginning of May Tom and I have headed out on Sundays to visit the local Floralies.
That sounds so simple and ordinary. Instead, imagine teenagers' nervous energy before the prom, a Red Sox fan on Opening Day, or even winning the lottery. Or, more appropriately, a drug addict looking for the next hit. That is what spring Floriales are like for us transplanted plant fanatics!
Never more than 30 minutes away we can get an early start, gather up a 'few' plants and if the weather cooperates Tom can capture a watercolor or two. Each plant show has it's unique character. I will let the pictures of the four settings speak for themselves. If you ever find your self in France at this time of year I cannot recommend enough seeking out a Floralie in whatever region you find yourself in. What fun you would have visiting one even if you can't purchase that unknown clematis or that perfect peony.