Welcome to Weekly Flowers 
Weekly Bouquet Special
<body>Weekly Bouquet Special<br/><br/>Would you like to send a loved one a fresh bouquet every week? How it works is:<br/><br/>1) Choose the date of 1st delivery, choose how many consecutive dates you would like. (To avoid confusion please use a calender)<br/>2) Choose if you would like us to send the parcel in a vase or would you like us to send cut flowers. If you would like it in a vase we would pick up the previous weeks vase when we deliver the new flowers. You are only required to pay for the initial vase unless one is broken.<br/>3) Choose a generic message or create unique ones for each week.<br/><br/>Your initial purchase will include $20 extra for the vase if requested. (included in the price is weekly cleaning of the vase)<br/><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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Here is a story given to us of a lady who sent her Mom flowers every week. It is a lovely story worth the time to read.
"For years, every Tuesday, Kay the delivery person at the local flower shop
delivered flowers to my mom and stepfather. Kay would go right inside and set
the flowers on the table and take the previous week’s vase and flowers. I used
to include a card with each bouquet, but after 10 years, I assumed they knew
the flowers were from me.
While visiting my mom one day, we saw Kay and the flower van
out on a delivery. Mom said to me, “Kay is so nice.” I agreed. Then my mom
said, “You know, she brings me flowers every Tuesday.” Guess she thought that I
had stopped sending them because there was no card from me. I said, “Kay is
nice, but I am even nicer; I am the one who pays for them.” She smiled and
thanked me. She said she and my stepfather loved the weekly flowers, talked
about them, and when guests came over, they sent some flowers home with them.
The day after my mother died, I was sitting next to my
stepfather, a hard working tough guy, in mass. He leaned over and quietly asked
if the flowers would still be coming on Tuesdays. “Of course,” I answered.
Several months later, he told me how much he enjoys the flowers. “I keep some
and take the rest to the cemetery so your mama can still have flowers on
Tuesday.” By then I was crying, but he went on, “The deer love them, too,
because they can have something sweet to eat on Tuesdays.”
I had no idea that the flowers meant so much to him."