Peony

I love peonies. They smell divine - seriously, if heaven exists, it probably smells like peonies - and they are beautiful to behold. Their blooms don't last too far into the season, and they are often difficult to grow - but once they get established, they are the prettiest things spring has to offer. Serendipitously, two peony bushes were amongst some of the very very few things to survive from the era of Uncle Larry, and the era of The Monstrous Renovation. (A handful of irises, two scrawny Rose of Sharon sticks and the daffodils I wrote about earlier were the only other survivors...).






I almost hate to cut them, but seeing this on my windowsill every morning just makes the world seem a better place. Maybe the world just needs more peonies on it's windowsills....