Is it me or are the peonies this year exceptionally beautiful?
I've always loved peonies. I've marked time by these flowers knowing what to expect at "the time of the peonies".
Summer. School ending. Swimming. Hammock playing. Water parties. Evening watering while the children scream and play. Buds and blooms bursting everywhere. The intoxicating smell as you walk by.
I have to say, they are incredible. If I were an ode writer or a poet I might have to write about their complexity and amazing strength to hold up such a large flower. The way they catch the light, just so.
From the beginning....
...to the very last drop.
How is your summer progressing? Anything bringing out the poet in you?
I'd love to know.