The peonies bloom, white and pink.
And inside each, as in a fragrant bowl,
A swarm of tiny beetles have their conversation,
For the flower is given to them as their home.
~Czeslaw Milosz
This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
and they open —
pools of lace,
white and pink —
and all day the black ants climb over them,
boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away
to their dark, underground cities —
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,
the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding
all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again —
beauty, the brave, the exemplary,
blazing open.
~Excerpt from Mary Oliver’s
peom about peonies
My mother and her sister, my Aunt Johnnie, had a knack with peonies. Theirs always bloomed year after year, even when they moved them around the yard even though the experts say they need to be put in the ground and left alone. I, on the other hand, have done exactly that and yet mine only seem to bloom when that have a mind too. And I was thrilled to see that this was the year for two of them to actually have a few blooms. But all the rains and storms we’ve had have taken a toll on their beautiful blooms, and so I was able to get only a few pictures as you can see in my collage above. The lighter one has the most heavenly fragrance, and it’s such a delight to go out in the morning or the late afternoon and be greeted by its sweet aroma. Sadly it suffered more from the rain and storms, and so I blurred the outer edges a bit to cover up some of its browning spots.
Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread everywhere. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits. ~Song of Songs 4:16 ✝
So soft and pretty—I love peonies but have never tried my hand at growing them. I worried about you all as it looks the weather is remaining precarious your way—heads down!!!
Love and prayers—Julie
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I’ll bet you would have luck with the, missy. I think after today, we are finally going to have some rain free, calm days. 🙂 ❤
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Delightful peony collage dear Natalie!They look so happy in your hands although they didn’t get much attentiveness.Your Mum and your Aunt moved their pots around the yard and yet,they were thriving,which means that Love is more powerful than any other factors …
The poem excerpt and the Song of Songs 4:16 ✝ reference,make your peonies more attractive!Send Warm Spring Hugs your way & Love 🙂 Doda ❤ xxx
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Thanks, Doda, for the vote of confidence. Spring hugs to you as well. 🙂 ❤ xoxoxoxo
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Lovely photos Natalie! I love their aroma, but as you mentioned, they are fickle for me too and last such a short time.
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They are fickle but I keep watching and waiting every spring and some years, like this one, I’m rewarded with their presence. 🙂 ❤
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Patience is a skill I’m still developing! 🙂
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I love the flower but everyone who has tried here have had no luck with them. They just don’t do well in this area. Would love to have a hedge of them.
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Some areas are better than others it seems, V. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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I love the poem and your gorgeous Peonies, hopefully the weather will get better for you soon.
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Thanks, Karen. I think we are actually going to have several rain and storm free days in a row now. 🙂 ❤
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Your peonies are so beautiful. I sympathize with you about the blooming. I have a friend who has one that rarely blooms. It can be tricky in the South.
Hugs, and Blessings,
Theresa
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I’m glad it’s not just me then, Theresa. Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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Love the gentleness of your words and your images to match Natalie. Just what I needed today. God BlessYou!
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Thank you, and I’m so glad they met a need in your world today. May the Lord bless you as well, my friend! 🙂 ❤
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I love peonies Natalie. They look beautiful to me, and I can remember the fragrance from the one I had so long ago. For some reason it seemed to like the place where it was planted, and it flourished for many years, until a frustrated nephew took his pain out on my flowers, killing them all. When he realized what he had done he asked forgiveness, and it was freely given, and that meant even more than the flowers themselves.
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Oh I’m so sorry that you lost yours that were doing well for you. You are right, forgiveness covers a lot of hurts with a soothing balm. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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The best part was that it turned a young man’s life around before he turned completely bad. He thought he would be screamed at for all the destruction, but was given milk and cookies and a concerned talk with a new aunt instead. A small price in the long run, even though I miss my peony. 🙂 ()
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How beautiful and how thrilled to see the blooms! I planted once before, and it bloomed only one time. I heard it had to through a cool winter in order to bloom in spring… (?)
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I also heard Amy that they needed to have ice and/or snow on the ground. I fact one lady told me that she bought a bag of ice to put on hers if in fact it looked as though Mother Nature wasn’t going to oblige that year. She swore that it worked, and so I’ve thought about trying it before. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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Wish I was a beetle, Natalie. Wonderful photos.
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Oh, Mitza, I do too. I’ve often thought that I wished I were a bee too so I could taste the sweetness of the flowers. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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Exactly, dear Natalie, virtual hugs Mitza
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So beautiful.
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Thank you. 🙂 ❤
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I have the same trouble with azaleas LMS, it’s a worry. Nice pics and verse though.
Love’n Hugs
Laurence.
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There’s always something, huh? Mother Nature can be so fickle sometimes. 🙂 ❤
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Fickle? She can be a …. insert term of choice here. 🙂 ❤
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