I have a deep and abiding love affair with peonies. Their many petals and luscious fragrance capture my heart and surely must incite jealousy in their cousins, the roses. Peonies for me evoke thoughts of old gardens and abundance. When they blossom, their joy can barely be contained, spilling over onto all other nearby plants and paths. There are several peonies growing in my gardens, but they are not yet established. I had read somewhere that peonies resent being uprooted and replanted, which seems to be true, as it takes several years for them to allow even a single bloom to form once this has happened. My generous neighbor has oodles of peony bushes lining the flower beds scattered around his farm, and they have been happily intact for almost 100 years. He offered to let me pick as many as I desired. With bucket of water and sharp scissors in tow, I headed up the hill to pick to my little heart's content.
The shelf in the entry way is filled with blossoms and whispers welcome to all who enter.
I love using porcelain pitchers to hold cut flowers, even if they happened to be damaged or handle-less.
The ever-changing coffee table display in my living room.
I added some florals to sweeten the black and whites on my mantel.
A grouping of my favorites-- sea shells, candles, white ceramics, a sparkly mirrored obelisk, and, of course, peonies.
Happy Mother's Day to everyone. Wishing you and your loved ones a day of bliss and connection.
Until next time...
Anne
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