I've been a little bit obsessed with peonies lately. I love their colours, fragrance, and the memories they evoke of my mother and her fondness for them.



I think it rather marvelous that a peony can be planted and still happily add beauty to its surroundings decades later. Some people manage that very same thing. Not me, I've been a bit grumpy lately.




Today, however, is a new day. A four mile walk on a lovely pathway, a good round at a cardio class, and a freshly picked bouquet of peonies have brightened things up around here. Also, it may be raining, but there are a couple of planter boxes in the basement with new coats of blue stain. I'm wondering if it is the stain that is holding the old wooden planters together!