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April 1, 2025

Frankford April Floral Selection


The Bloom Central flower delivery of the month for April in Frankford is the Into the Woods Bouquet

April flower delivery item for Frankford

The Into the Woods Bouquet floral arrangement from Bloom Central is simply enchanting. The rustic charm and natural beauty will captivate anyone who is lucky enough to receive this bouquet.

The Into the Woods Bouquet consists of hot pink roses, orange spray roses, pink gilly flower, pink Asiatic Lilies and yellow Peruvian Lilies. The combination of vibrant colors and earthy tones create an inviting atmosphere that every can appreciate. And don't worry this dazzling bouquet requires minimal effort to maintain.

Let's also talk about how versatile this bouquet is for various occasions. Whether you're celebrating a birthday, hosting a cozy dinner party with friends or looking for a unique way to say thinking of you or thank you - rest assured that the Into the Woods Bouquet is up to the task.

One thing everyone can appreciate is longevity in flowers so fear not because this stunning arrangement has amazing staying power. It will gracefully hold its own for days on end while still maintaining its fresh-from-the-garden look.

When it comes to convenience, ordering online couldn't be easier thanks to Bloom Central's user-friendly website. In just a few clicks, you'll have your very own woodland wonderland delivered straight to your doorstep!

So treat yourself or someone special to a little piece of nature's serenity. Add a touch of woodland magic to your home with the breathtaking Into the Woods Bouquet. This fantastic selection will undoubtedly bring peace, joy, and a sense of natural beauty that everyone deserves.

Frankford Ontario Flower Delivery


Looking to reach out to someone you have a crush on or recently went on a date with someone you met online? Don't just send an emoji, send real flowers! Flowers may just be the perfect way to express a feeling that is hard to communicate otherwise.

Of course we can also deliver flowers to Frankford for any of the more traditional reasons - like a birthday, anniversary, to express condolences, to celebrate a newborn or to make celebrating a holiday extra special. Shop by occasion or by flower type. We offer nearly one hundred different arrangements all made with the farm fresh flowers.

At Bloom Central we always offer same day flower delivery in Frankford Ontario of elegant and eye catching arrangements that are sure to make a lasting impression.

Would you prefer to place your flower order in person rather than online? Here are a few Frankford florists you may contact:


Always In Bloom
324 Charlotte St
Peterborough, ON K9J 2V7


Avondale Flowers & Gifts
443 Dundas Street W
Belleville, ON K8P 1B6


Blooms on West Lake
15786 Loyalist Parkway
Bloomfield, ON K0K 1G0


Flowers & Gifts by Brenda
2-203 Simcoe Street
Peterborough, ON K9H 2H6


Flowers By Barbara
20 Dundas Street E
Napanee, ON K7R 1H6


Holton Flowers
62 Walton Street
Port Hope, ON L1A 1N1


McKnight's
41 Lansdowne Street W
Peterborough, ON K9J 1X8


Pammett's Flower Shop
208 Charlotte Street
Peterborough, ON K9J 2T8


Quinn's Blooms & Greenery
277 Division Street
Cobourg, ON K9A 3R2


Smart Florist
23 Dundas Street W
Napanee, ON K7R 1Z3


Whether you are looking for casket spray or a floral arrangement to send in remembrance of a lost loved one, our local florist will hand deliver flowers that are befitting the occasion. We deliver flowers to all funeral homes near Frankford ON including:


Quinte Cremation & Burial Services
205 North Front Street
Belleville, ON K8P 3C3


Ross Funeral Chapel
135 Walton St
Port Hope, ON L1A 1N4


Florist’s Guide to Peonies

Peonies don’t bloom ... they erupt. A tight bud one morning becomes a carnivorous puffball by noon, petals multiplying like rumors, layers spilling over layers until the flower seems less like a plant and more like a event. Other flowers open. Peonies happen. Their size borders on indecent, blooms swelling to the dimensions of salad plates, yet they carry it off with a shrug, as if to say, What? You expected subtlety?

The texture is the thing. Petals aren’t just soft. They’re lavish, crumpled silk, edges blushing or gilded depending on the variety. A white peony isn’t white—it’s a gradient, cream at the center, ivory at the tips, shadows pooling in the folds like secrets. The coral ones? They’re sunset incarnate, color deepening toward the heart as if the flower has swallowed a flame. Pair them with spiky delphiniums or wiry snapdragons, and the arrangement becomes a conversation between opulence and restraint, decadence holding hands with discipline.

Scent complicates everything. It’s not a single note. It’s a chord—rosy, citrusy, with a green undertone that grounds the sweetness. One peony can perfume a room, but not aggressively. It wafts. It lingers. It makes you hunt for the source, like following a trail of breadcrumbs to a hidden feast. Combine them with mint or lemon verbena, and the fragrance layers, becomes a symphony. Leave them solo, and the air feels richer, denser, as if the flower is quietly recomposing the atmosphere.

They’re shape-shifters. A peony starts compact, a fist of potential, then explodes into a pom-pom, then relaxes into a loose, blowsy sprawl. This metamorphosis isn’t decay. It’s evolution. An arrangement with peonies isn’t static—it’s a time-lapse. Day one: demure, structured. Day three: lavish, abandon. Day five: a cascade of petals threatening to tumble out of the vase, laughing at the idea of containment.

Their stems are deceptively sturdy. Thick, woody, capable of hoisting those absurd blooms without apology. Leave the leaves on—broad, lobed, a deep green that makes the flowers look even more extraterrestrial—and the whole thing feels wild, foraged. Strip them, and the stems become architecture, a scaffold for the spectacle above.

Color does something perverse here. Pale pink peonies glow, their hue intensifying as the flower opens, as if the act of blooming charges some internal battery. The burgundy varieties absorb light, turning velvety, almost edible. Toss a single peony into a monochrome arrangement, and it hijacks the narrative, becomes the protagonist. Cluster them en masse, and the effect is baroque, a floral Versailles.

They play well with others, but they don’t need to. A lone peony in a juice glass is a universe. Add roses, and the peony laughs, its exuberance making the roses look uptight. Pair it with daisies, and the daisies become acolytes, circling the peony’s grandeur. Even greenery bends to their will—fern fronds curl around them like parentheses, eucalyptus leaves silvering in their shadow.

When they fade, they do it dramatically. Petals drop one by one, each a farewell performance, landing in puddles of color on the table. Save them. Scatter them in a bowl, let them shrivel into papery ghosts. Even then, they’re beautiful, a memento of excess.

You could call them high-maintenance. Demanding. A lot. But that’s like criticizing a thunderstorm for being loud. Peonies are unrepentant maximalists. They don’t do minimal. They do magnificence. An arrangement with peonies isn’t decoration. It’s a celebration. A reminder that sometimes, more isn’t just more—it’s everything.