Saturday, May 21, 2011

I don't think I shall ever see, a tree as lovely as a Peonie

I had the need to secure some documents from my recently debilitated Aunt's house and I was absolutely floored by the bed of peonies growing, without her care.  I have long thought peonies were visually the perfect flower, surpassing the rose because of its complexity, but yet, in its simplicity and without the thorns. 

Historically, peonies have been a major attraction to ants and the weight of their blooms cause them to fall over, hanging close to the ground.  Maybe this is their swan song, in a tribute to my ailing Zia (aunt) but they all stood tall, not wavering in the breeze and and nary an ant could be found.