As anyone who has read prior entries in my blog will know, I’m crazy about peonies. They’re long gone as of the date of this entry, but I can’t help sharing how much their scent, their soft loveliness brings my spirits up and lets me know that spring has, indeed sprung. They don’t even seem to give a darn about my careless neglect–they keep coming back in full blown drifts of fragrance and color. It will soon be time to trim the plants back, down to the ground, but I know they will return next year, making me smile yet again and filling my house with their lovely perfume.

This year, I had four different colors of peonies: white (which technically isn’t a color, I guess), the bi-color in the photo at top, pink, and a gorgeous shade approaching magenta.