Flowers on Sunday – A Wonder of Peonies

Our weather forecast looks bad for the peonies.  They can’t endure a blast of 96 degrees looming on Tuesday like a bad trip to the dentist.  So between Thursday night and Saturday morning, I probably mooched my full 2022 ration of garden peonies from the yards and gardens of my most indulgent friends.

I’m not complaining.  I can barely take in the wonderment of riches I carried home.  The fragrance penetrates so deeply between memory and the present, it erases everything but its own clarion intensity.  And the buds are astonishing – full to bursting with petals that unfold in what seems like the blink of an eye.  The last thing I did before leaving Ann’s house was to cut a single, ripening bud from her golden Bartzella peony.  In the 45 minutes it took to drive home, the bud transformed into a creature glowing with layers of light, its heart crowded with thick yellow stamens.

I can’t do the peonies justice.  I’ve surrendered that aspiration.  All I can do is wonder out loud, for all to see, at the abundance of their magic.  And thank them every day – and I do – for making my world so beautiful for a while.

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One thought on “Flowers on Sunday – A Wonder of Peonies

  1. I can almost smell their beautiful fragrance as I read your words. Can’t seem to comment on WordPress in my phone – but know that I’m reading and loving this!

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