Our bi-weekly newsletter is a quiet moment of beauty in your inbox—part reflection, part floral inspiration. Each issue we share seasonal thoughts, design insights, and a glimpse of what’s new and unfolding in the shop.
Where Potato Fields Bloom Again
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The soil remembers what it grew before. And sometimes, what takes root next tells a new story of the same land. This time of year, the shortest distance between a field and your table is measured in hours, not miles. Sunflowers open at dawn a few towns over and land in our shop by afternoon. Queen Anne's lace comes in loose and airy, black-eyed Susans still holding their shape from the field, snapdragons rising tall above it all. Much of what fills these buckets is grown on land that remembers a different crop. The same sandy, well-drained soil once given over almost entirely to potatoes now carries rows of dahlias, celosia, zinnias, and cosmos. Add the salt air drifting in off the water, and these East End flowers seem to hold the imprint of the place: saturated color, strong stems, and a slightly wild character. While the image of local flowers in an old jelly jar may first come to mind, it does not tell the whole story. In our hands, they can become something entirely different, paired unexpectedly, gathered generously, or composed on a grander scale. Those same local blooms can just as easily hold their own in a room built for celebration. Stop by the shop this week, Reader, to see what the fields have brought us, or order online and let us build the bunch for you.
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Sag Harbor Florist
Our bi-weekly newsletter is a quiet moment of beauty in your inbox—part reflection, part floral inspiration. Each issue we share seasonal thoughts, design insights, and a glimpse of what’s new and unfolding in the shop.
Beneath the exuberance of a dahlia lies something remarkable. Petals gather around the center in spirals, each row echoing the last, drawing the eye along with them without asking for it. There's a kind of order to it that you feel before you can explain it. Follow those petals inward. The longer you look, the more the rest of the world seems to quiet around them. And yet no two dahlias arrange themselves quite the same way. This individuality is part of the pleasure of designing with...
There comes a point in September when home begins to have our attention again. After a summer spent moving from one thing to the next, these weeks give us more time to linger. On the patio. In familiar rooms. Long enough to notice the details we may have passed by only weeks ago.. A corner that could use something green. A tabletop that feels a little bare. Often, it isn’t a complete reimagining that makes the difference, but one well-chosen addition. A generous Campania urn brings weight and...
Certain moments ask for something more than ribbons. We have always answered with flowers. In ancient Greece, laurel was woven into wreaths for the victors of chariot races and equestrian contests. England's Ascot Racecourse became known for its grand floral displays. Kentucky Derby winners have their shoulders draped with hundreds of red roses sewn into a garland. For centuries, wherever horse and rider have met at the height of their skill, flowers have been right there beside them, and the...