Born at the time of the pink petaled peonies…screaming into the world as the scent permeated the air…to be born amid the red poppies and bright white mock orange, it’s orange scented center a baptism into heaven’s creatures on earth. Its forest green leaves beckoning exploration into the mysterious woods of life.

2 thoughts on “Peonies

  1. I also love peonies. My mother wouldn’t let us bring them in the house because she said there were always bugs on them. Lincoln was associated with lilacs by Walt Whitman because he died in April. I was born in August. I’ve always liked the August weather the best of the summer,, but the flowers are starting to die then. I wonder what that means?


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