Flowering seasons on the street

Coming to Hanoi in any season of the year, you will always encounter loads of colorful flowers floating on the street. Carrying flowers as an interesting connection of time. Season to season, season to season.
In the past, women and girls often carried flowers on their shoulders, and the pole wafted with each step. According to the flow of time, now, sellers often carry flowers on old bicycles. There is a rather special thing, Hanoi has many street vendors, but flower goods never have to raise their voice. They often go through certain roads and streets and flower lovers often wait for sellers. It seems that there is a special emotional bond between the seller and the buyer.

Illustration When I was a child, I often saw my mother buying flowers to offer to the ancestors on the full moon day, the first day. The salesman lowered his load in front of my house. The beautiful little flowers such as: hyacinth, orchid, rose, wolf muzzle, marigold, heavenly lily… give off a fragrant aroma. The florist gently arranged and wrapped the flowers in a green galangal leaf, tied it with a straw and gave it to my mother. The seller and the buyer both cherish the flower package and chat with each other cordially. In the days leading up to Tet, spring rain is fluttering, that’s when the peach blossoms and peach blossoms on the traditional flower gardens of Nghi Tam and Quang Ba begin to bloom. My mother often took me to the flower market on Hang Luoc street. My mother often chooses peach blossoms with double petals, sparkling spring rain drops on the petals like pearls of heaven adorning the flowers, making them more colorful. Hanoians not only arrange peach blossoms on Tet holiday but also arrange traditional vases of many different types such as: Violet, dahlia, wolf’s snout, coin, gladiolus… Early 30, each bunch of flowers of all colors Colors are sold in all markets. Mothers lovingly choose flowers, mix colors so that the vase is radiant and full of life. After Tet, Hanoi streets are like “marinated” in the scent of pomelo flowers. The small, beautiful, white, fragrant flowers follow the footsteps of the seller crept to each alley of Ha Thanh. When the sun comes down, it’s also the time when lilies come down to the street. The green ivory flower buds are juxtaposed with the pure white blooms with golden buds. Mothers again welcome to buy bouquets of lilies at the beginning of the season to offer to ancestors and put them in the living room. In the summer, from early morning, the West Lake lotus flowers, still wet with night dew, followed the sellers into the street. A familiar florist often chooses for me a bouquet of cypress lotuses from West Lake. The scent of lotus is fragrant in the hand and screwed with each turn of the salesman’s wheel, away from the end of the street. In the autumn, the sun is pouring honey, the daisies show off their bright yellow color in the smoky smoke. Heaven is also good at pleasing people, every flower is beautiful in this season. The old street seemed to glow when the colorful flower cars slowly passed by. When winter has just touched the land of Ha Thanh, that is when the chrysanthemum flower softly steps down the street. Chrysanthemum has an ethereal beauty with pure white petals and bright yellow pistils. The white color of flowers floating on the street seems to lead us to the old memory region with many happy and sad memories. Hanoi has four seasons with all kinds of poetic weather nuances. The flower shops in Hanoi are like carrying the season on the street. Sometimes, just a color of flower, a light scent is enough to make us feel the sweet season transition.