These neighbors have a two foot wide border lining their driveway that is full of iris, peonies, poppies, tulips, and more. This morning Jeffrey was working in the garage when Mrs. M. came over. She was bearing an gigantic armload of white, pale pink, and bright pink peonies for Jeffrey to give to me. She remembered that peonies are my favorite flower and brought some to me. When I say some, I mean at least 40 stems - three armloads full. I spent quite a bit of time today delighting in the scent and filling the house with vases full of nature's most gorgeous flower.
I just love how voluptuous and petalsome peonies are. They remind me of a little girl's petticoat, or a 1950s debutante in her white ballgown. I love the ants that scurry all over the flowers, and the way the entire room becomes scented with a particular spicy-sweet smell. There is nothing like the fragrance of a peony. It was delightful to fill every vase in the house. Sloane and I had a grand time choosing which vase to place where. Even the cat got in on the fun and posed repeatedly with the flowers. It was an altogether delightful way to spend a day.
I hope that the week ahead will bring you at least one surprise as delightful as my peonies today were. May you have many days full of beauty, good smells, and fine neighbors.
Sursum Corda. Lift up your heart!
PeoniesThis morning the green fists of the peonies
are getting ready to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
and they open -
pools of lace,
white and pink -
and all day the black ants climb over them,
boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away
to their dark, underground cities -
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,
the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
their red stems holding
all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again -
beauty the brave, the exemplary,
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot,
into the garden and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
~ by Mary Oliver
I took all these pictures today. The longer I blog, the more I long for a new camera; one with a lens that uses a macro filter.