Earlier this month, my yard produced some beautiful purple and yellow Fleur de Lis (Lilies to those who don’t speak French) and now the Peony bush has burst forth with its firework like floral display. Their scent is smooth and sweet, their petals decadent in the sheer voluminous numbers.
Each year I live in the DC area, I pine for warmer climes in a more southern section of the United States. As sure as these flowers bloom each year, when I leave, I will miss their scent, their color, their symbiotic dance with ants.
Peonys, 2011
Peonys, 2011
