The peony. Is it (overly) ubiquitous these days? Oh, totally. Did I let that stop me from buying some to place near our guests’ quarters this past weekend? Actually, almost. I’ll admit that sometimes, I shy away from certain “popular” things just because when I see them so much on social media — despite being a perpetrator, at times — they no longer feel special. Can you relate to that at all?
But when something’s good, it’s good, and I have to say that peonies are just that. I love how they grow into curled up, tight little balls that burst open with layers and layers of bright, cheerful color — like nature’s version of a delicate mille-feuille. They’re full, voluptuous, and more often than not, smell so feminine and fresh. I’m glad I didn’t shy away from peonies last week, because even though our friends have departed, these little buds have been the gift that keeps on giving (currently, on a corner of my desk). I couldn’t stop admiring my little peonies yesterday, so I decided to write an ode to them…but in visual form, of course.
Speaking of which, sorry for the lack of post yesterday, but take it as a good sign that this weekend was a doozy in the best way possible. We had such a great time playing tourists in our own city and showing old friends (and even new ones!) the sites and some of our fave places in Manhattan…as well as why Joe’s margaritas always lead to dance parties. I needed yesterday to ease back in, catch up on email, and just plain rest! Did you have a fun Memorial Day holiday too?
Graphic created by me; peony images all licensed under Creative Commons with some modifications made by me. Image credits as follows: “Peony Scan”, Sharon Mollerus; “Pink Tree Peony Blossom”, Normanack; “Apple Blossom Peony, Close Up”, Deb Nystrom; “Pink Peony”, Ruth Hartnup; “Peony/Paeonia Lactiflora”, Tanaka Juuyoh; “Peony”, Carl Wycoff