Peonies have a short blooming season but while they’re in flower, the garden is a glory of spectacular, brilliant color. Peonies always remind me of voluptuous Renaissance women, full and lush, heavy on their stems. Their fragrance is subtle, yet heady, and three or four flowers makes a wonderful bouquet. Flowers in my garden, flowers in my house….it’s as close to heaven on earth as one can get.
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My iris are nearly finished blooming and as they wane, it’s easy to see blooms that escaped earlier notice, like this lovely example. There’s only one plant and I’m wondering….it is a mutation? Or a different variety? And like a beautiful, mysterious woman, Iris doesn’t tell.
Currently blooming, the lovely and elegant iris.
The earth laughs in flowers. [Ralph Waldo Emerson]
Recent rain has left the landscape a rich, lush green, and with the leafing out of the trees the woods return to a place of magic and mystery, a green goddess guarding secrets. Early flowers are at the end of their blooming cycle….lilacs touched with rust, drooping, battered tulips. Scattered petals dot the grass, lending the illusion of a carpet of small flowers. Iris and peonies are cuing up for their showy debut….spring peppers singing down at the pond. A lone woodpecker picks at peanuts in the feeder….a brilliant orange and black oriole touches down to sample some jam….the first hummingbird of the season appears at one of the nectar feeders, a tiny winged jewel. The scent of apples and spice rises from my morning cup of tea, and together, these sounds and scents and images are interwoven to form the tapestry of my day.