Some years are good years for peonies, some are bad.
This was a pretty good one.
I, on the other hand, was bad – at least as far as taking the time to appreciate and pamper them.
It all just came so quickly – blooms burst forth in a few days of high heat, then we missed a few days in Maine (our peonies like to bloom in private as they traditionally take that weekend to give it up) – and by the time the show was nearing its end, I’d almost forgotten to take a few rounds through the garden to make the most of it. That’s my regret – but it wasn’t entirely my fault, given the piss-poor weather we’ve had off and on.
Next year, I will try to do better.
Next year, I will pause, and sniff, and take in the moment.
No, not just take it in – I will inhabit the moment.
Live in the moment.
Nothing should be taken for granted.
This beautiful specimen was one of the last to bloom.
It’s never too late to show a little gratitude.
Summer is almost here…
