IMG_0904Peony time is fleeting.  Perhaps this contrariness is part of their attraction.  They come and they go and leave summer to the rest, having first shown the others how to do it with style and little finesse.  Left behind are rich memories of blooms that are at times hilariously blousy but more often sensuously voluptuous.  Beautiful in bud, in floral prime and with petals blown.  I love peony time.

9 thoughts on “Fleeting

  1. True, fleeting is the name. I know about a dozen haiku on peonies, one says something like: The peony – after falling its memory still stands (or something like that, don’t remember all authors..) Superb colour.


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