June 1, 2025

The Bloom Central flower delivery of the month for June in Davis is the Happy Day Bouquet

The Happy Day Bouquet from Bloom Central is simply adorable. This charming floral arrangement is perfect for brightening up any room in your home. It features a delightful mix of vibrant flowers that will instantly bring joy to anyone who sees them.

With cheery colors and a playful design the Happy Day Bouquet is sure to put a smile on anyone's face. The bouquet includes a collection of yellow roses and luminous bupleurum plus white daisy pompon and green button pompon. These blooms are expertly arranged in a clear cylindrical glass vase with green foliage accents.

The size of this bouquet is just right - not too big and not too small. It is the perfect centerpiece for your dining table or coffee table, adding a pop of color without overwhelming the space. Plus, it's so easy to care for! Simply add water every few days and enjoy the beauty it brings to your home.

What makes this arrangement truly special is its versatility. Whether you're celebrating a birthday, anniversary, or simply want to brighten someone's day, the Happy Day Bouquet fits the bill perfectly. With timeless appeal makes this arrangement is suitable for recipients of all ages.

If you're looking for an affordable yet stunning gift option look no further than the Happy Day Bouquet from Bloom Central. As one of our lowest priced arrangements, the budget-friendly price allows you to spread happiness without breaking the bank.

Ordering this beautiful bouquet couldn't be easier either. With Bloom Central's convenient online ordering system you can have it delivered straight to your doorstep or directly to someone special in just a few clicks.

So why wait? Treat yourself or surprise someone dear with this delightful floral arrangement today! The Happy Day Bouquet will undoubtedly uplift spirits and create lasting memories filled with joy and love.

Celosias look like something that shouldn’t exist in nature. Like a botanist with an overactive imagination sketched them out in a fever dream and then somehow willed them into reality. They are brain-like, coral-like, fire-like ... velvet turned into a flower. And when you see them in an arrangement, they do not sit quietly in the background, blending in, behaving. They command attention. They change the whole energy of the thing.

This is because Celosias, unlike so many other flowers that are content to be soft and wispy and romantic, are structured. They have presence. The cockscomb variety—the one that looks like a brain, a perfectly sculpted ruffle—stands there like a tiny sculpture, refusing to be ignored. The plume variety, all feathery and flame-like, adds height, drama, movement. And the wheat variety, long and slender and texturally complex, somehow manages to be both wild and elegant at the same time.

But it’s not just the shape that makes them unique. It’s the texture. You touch a Celosia, and it doesn’t feel like a flower. It feels like fabric, like velvet, like something you want to run your fingers over again just to confirm that yes, it really does feel that way. In an arrangement, this does something interesting. Flowers tend to be either soft and delicate or crisp and structured. Celosias are both. They create contrast. They add depth. They make the whole thing feel richer, more layered, more intentional.

And then, of course, there’s the color. Celosias do not come in polite pastels. They are not interested in subtlety. They show up in neon pinks, electric oranges, deep magentas, fire-engine reds. They look saturated, like someone turned the volume all the way up. And when you put them next to something lighter, something airier—Queen Anne’s lace, maybe, or dusty miller, or even a simple white rose—they create this insane vibrancy, this play of light and dark, bold and soft, grounded and ethereal.

Another thing about Celosias: they last. A lot of flowers have a short vase life, a few days of glory before they start wilting, fading, giving in. Not Celosias. They hold their shape, their color, their texture, as if refusing to acknowledge the whole concept of decay. Even when they dry out, they don’t wither into something sad and brittle. They stay beautiful, just in a different way.

If you’re someone who likes their flower arrangements to look traditional, predictable, classic, Celosias might be too much. They bring an energy, an intensity, a kind of visual electricity that doesn’t always play by the usual rules. But if you like contrast, if you like texture, if you want to build something that makes people stop and look twice, Celosias are exactly what you need. They are flowers that refuse to disappear into the background. They are, quite simply, unforgettable.

Are looking for a Davis florist because you are not local to the area? If so, here is a brief travelogue of what Davis has to offer. Who knows, perhaps you'll be intrigued enough to come visit soon, partake in some of the fun activities Davis has to offer and deliver flowers to your loved one in person!

The city of Davis exists in the Central Valley’s flat, sunlit sprawl like a kind of waking dream, a place where the ordinary becomes quietly extraordinary. To arrive here is to enter a town built for a species that has evolved past the need for haste. The streets hum not with the growl of engines but with the soft whir of bicycle chains. Over 100 miles of bike paths vein the city, and the two-wheeled citizens glide in a continuous, courteous stream. Helmets bob. Baskets brim with textbooks, groceries, dog leashes. The air smells of cut grass and eucalyptus. Everyone seems to be heading somewhere but never in a way that suggests panic. You start to wonder if panic is even possible here.

The University of California, Davis, spreads across the city’s western edge, its campus a labyrinth of innovation and agrarian roots. Here, students in flip-flops dissect soil samples. Bioengineering labs share zip codes with fields of sunflowers. The school’s dairy barns and equestrian centers exude a pastoral calm that belies the cutting-edge research happening three blocks away. It’s a place where the future of sustainable agriculture is drafted by people who still know how to saddle a horse.

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Downtown Davis defies the entropy of most American main streets. Storefronts house independent bookshops, family-run taquerias, cafes where baristas remember your order. The Saturday farmers market transforms Central Park into a mosaic of heirloom tomatoes, raw honey, and the kind of small talk that feels like a moral stance. Vendors hand you peaches with the care of someone entrusting a family heirloom. You notice the absence of billboards. You notice murals instead, vibrant, community-painted odes to migratory birds, civil rights icons, the delicate interdependence of things.

There’s a phenomenon locals call the “Davis hello.” Walk any trail in the 100-acre Arboretum, and passing strangers will meet your gaze, nod, smile. It’s not performative. It’s not ironic. It’s as if the collective DNA of the town encodes the radical premise that a shared space should be a shared responsibility. Kids pedal to school unsupervised. Crosswalks double as conversation hubs. You find yourself pausing to watch squirrels navigate the “Toad Tunnel” under Pole Line Road, a subterranean passage built to protect amphibians. The tunnel is ridiculous. It’s also kind of beautiful.

The Davis Wiki, a crowdsourced, hyperlocal website, lists every lost cat, every yard sale, every debate over the best Thai curry in town. It has entries on which public parks have the shadiest picnic tables and how to navigate roundabouts without causing existential dread. The Wiki feels like a digital campfire, a testament to a place that still believes in the possibility of a functional commons.

People here tend their gardens with the intensity of philosophers. Front yards explode with native wildflowers, succulents, orange trees heavy with fruit. You see solar panels tilting toward the sun like sunflowers. You see Little Free Libraries stocked with John Muir essays and Octavia Butler novels. The ethos is less “live and let live” than “live and help live.”

Evenings bring a softness. The sky turns the pink of a watermelon’s underbelly. Students sprawl on porches, debating climate policy or the merits of different Star Trek captains. Retired professors amble beside the Putah Creek riparian reserve, binoculars dangling, eyes peeled for egrets. The trains that rumble through downtown sound less like interruptions than punctuation, a reminder that this town is both connected and apart.

To spend time in Davis is to witness a community that has chosen to exist differently. It’s a town that asks, quietly, if a better way might be possible, then rolls up its sleeves and builds it. The answers aren’t perfect. The answers are alive. You leave wondering why more places don’t plant this many trees. You leave with bike grease on your ankle and a strange, stubborn hope.