One single giant peony flower from our garden – a little beaten by the rain, but still gorgeous. I’m in awe.
Fluffy, papery light pink and cream peonies from my Grandma’s garden. She isn’t here to enjoy them so we brought some home and their smell has filled the house for days.
Every year, in this early June not quite summer season, I’m reminded why Peonies are my favorite. They are so beautiful, smell SO GOOD, and are HUGE. Nothing makes me happier than a pile of puffy petals so large, one bloom can take up an entire vase. One day, when we live in our final house {you know, the one we stay in for eternity on acreage that has push out windows and a ginormous garden}….I’ll have a section entirely devoted to peonies. I’ll get one of those special cutting baskets that are flat and be outside in the early morning cutting stems for my day of flower arranging….and then, Martha Stewart will call me on the phone and ask if she can come over for coffee and a craft project. This is my brain on peonies.
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