April 1, 2025
The Bloom Central flower delivery of the month for April in Lewis is the Circling the Sun Luxury Bouquet
The Circling the Sun Luxury Bouquet is a floral arrangement that simply takes your breath away! Bursting with vibrant colors and delicate blooms, this bouquet is as much a work of art as it is a floral arrangement.
As you gaze upon this stunning arrangement, you'll be captivated by its sheer beauty. Arranged within a clear glass pillow vase that makes it look as if this bouquet has been captured in time, this design starts with river rocks at the base topped with yellow Cymbidium Orchid blooms and culminates with Captain Safari Mini Calla Lilies and variegated steel grass blades circling overhead. A unique arrangement that was meant to impress.
What sets this luxury bouquet apart is its impeccable presentation - expertly arranged by Bloom Central's skilled florists who pour heart into every petal placement. Each flower stands gracefully at just right height creating balance within itself as well as among others in its vicinity-making it look absolutely drool-worthy!
Whether gracing your dining table during family gatherings or adding charm to an office space filled with deadlines the Circling The Sun Luxury Bouquet brings nature's splendor indoors effortlessly. This beautiful gift will brighten the day and remind you that life is filled with beauty and moments to be cherished.
With its stunning blend of colors, fine craftsmanship, and sheer elegance the Circling the Sun Luxury Bouquet from Bloom Central truly deserves a standing ovation. Treat yourself or surprise someone special because everyone deserves a little bit of sunshine in their lives!"
In this day and age, a sad faced emoji or an emoji blowing a kiss are often used as poor substitutes for expressing real emotion to friends and loved ones. Have a friend that could use a little pick me up? Or perhaps you’ve met someone new and thinking about them gives you a butterfly or two in your stomach? Send them one of our dazzling floral arrangements! We guarantee it will make a far greater impact than yet another emoji filling up memory on their phone.
Whether you are the plan ahead type of person or last minute and spontaneous we've got you covered. You may place your order for Lewis PA flower delivery up to one month in advance or as late as 1:00 PM on the day you wish to have the delivery occur. We love last minute orders … it is not a problem at all. Rest assured that your flowers will be beautifully arranged and hand delivered by a local Lewis florist.
Would you prefer to place your flower order in person rather than online? Here are a few Lewis florists to contact:
Cheri's House Of Flowers
16 N Main St
Hughesville, PA 17737
Field Flowers
111 East Ave
Wellsboro, PA 16901
Hall's Florist
1341 Four Mile Dr
Williamsport, PA 17701
Janet's Floral
1718 Four Mile Dr
Williamsport, PA 17701
Nevills Flowers
748 Broad St
Montoursville, PA 17754
Rose Wood Flowers
1858 John Brady Dr
Muncy, PA 17756
Russell's Florist
204 S Main St
Jersey Shore, PA 17740
Special Occasion Florals
617 Washington Blvd
Williamsport, PA 17701
Stein's Flowers & Gifts
220 Market St
Lewisburg, PA 17837
Stull's Flowers
50 W Main St
Canton, PA 17724
In difficult times it often can be hard to put feelings into words. A sympathy floral bouquet can provide a visual means to express those feelings of sympathy and respect. Trust us to deliver sympathy flowers to any funeral home in the Lewis area including to:
Allen R Horne Funeral Home
193 McIntyre Rd
Catawissa, PA 17820
Allen Roger W Funeral Director
745 Market St
Bloomsburg, PA 17815
Blauvelt Funeral Home
625 Broad St
Waverly, NY 14892
Brady Funeral Home
320 Church St
Danville, PA 17821
Chowka Stephen A Funeral Home
114 N Shamokin St
Shamokin, PA 17872
Elan Memorial Park Cemetery
5595 Old Berwick Rd
Bloomsburg, PA 17815
Leonard J Lucas Funeral Home
120 S Market St
Shamokin, PA 17872
McMichael W Bruce Funeral Director
4394 Red Rock Rd
Benton, PA 17814
Wetzler Dean K Jr Funeral Home
320 Main St
Mill Hall, PA 17751
Anemones don’t just bloom ... they perform. One day, the bud is a clenched fist, dark as a bruise. The next, it’s a pirouette of petals, white or pink or violet, cradling a center so black it seems to swallow light. This isn’t a flower. It’s a stage. The anemone’s drama isn’t subtle. It’s a dare.
Consider the contrast. Those jet-black centers—velvet voids fringed with stamen like eyelashes—aren’t flaws. They’re exclamation points. Pair anemones with pale peonies or creamy roses, and suddenly the softness sharpens, the arrangement gaining depth, a chiaroscuro effect that turns a vase into a Caravaggio. The dark heart isn’t morbid. It’s magnetism. A visual anchor that makes the petals glow brighter, as if the flower is hoarding stolen moonlight.
Their stems bend but don’t break. Slender, almost wiry, they arc with a ballerina’s grace, blooms nodding as if whispering secrets to the tabletop. Let them lean. An arrangement with anemones isn’t static ... it’s a conversation. Cluster them in a low bowl, let stems tangle, and the effect is wild, like catching flowers mid-argument.
Color here is a magician’s trick. White anemones aren’t white. They’re opalescent, shifting silver in low light. The red ones? They’re not red. They’re arterial, a pulse in petal form. And the blues—those rare, impossible blues—feel borrowed from some deeper stratum of the sky. Mix them, and the vase becomes a mosaic, each bloom a tile in a stained-glass narrative.
They’re ephemeral but not fragile. Anemones open wide, reckless, petals splaying until the flower seems moments from tearing itself apart. This isn’t decay. It’s abandon. They live hard, bloom harder, then bow out fast, leaving you nostalgic for a spectacle that lasted days, not weeks. The brevity isn’t a flaw. It’s a lesson. Beauty doesn’t need forever to matter.
Scent is minimal. A green whisper, a hint of earth. This is deliberate. Anemones reject olfactory competition. They’re here for your eyes, your Instagram, your retinas’ undivided awe. Let lilies handle perfume. Anemones deal in visual velocity.
When they fade, they do it theatrically. Petals curl inward, edges crisping like burning paper, the black center lingering like a pupil watching you. Save them. Press them. Even dying, they’re photogenic, their decay a curated performance.
You could call them high-maintenance. Temperamental. But that’s like faulting a comet for its tail. Anemones aren’t flowers. They’re events. An arrangement with them isn’t decoration. It’s a front-row seat to botanical theater. A reminder that sometimes, the most fleeting things ... are the ones that linger.