This place has flowers the way I imagine them in my head: giant, colourful and smelling so good I would consider eating them. Flowers in a cartoon, flowers in a perfect world, etc.
The staff were nearly as bright and friendly (but not edible). And their selection of housewares gave the similar appearance of quality, boldness, and a heartiness that would presumably come from being fed just the right kind of magical plant food. For example, chunky bowls that may or may not have been crafted on a potter's wheel, and painted with stripes.
The store is a cheery spot in this blasted winter. The adorable wrought-iron patio table outside patiently awaiting spring, as though it were oblivious to all this January bluster.