For me, nothing in the garden is more beautiful then the peony. Maybe it's the memory of my mother's garden in days gone by, but peonies hold a special, central place in my heart, mind and eye when I scan the late spring, early summer garden. Peonies don't last very long, but the flowers do …
It's been so dry of late, so watering in the evenings has been an ongoing, daily ritual. The early Summer garden is taking shape with the pinks/purples/lavenders/peach hues on fantastic display.
So much beauty lies just at the margins of our highways and bi-ways, what look like simple wildflowers are truly elaborate patches and fields of bustling - and buzzing - life. I stopped a few times along our area roadways to capture the smaller worlds of wonder, going about life at their own beautiful, steady …
It may not make the cover of magazines, but my little garden brings me ever so much joy and contentment. I've learned over the years that the garden will conform to its own rules and order, and that, indeed, life finds a way .
Spectacular bloom
There's nothing I anticipate more each year then the start of peony season. If only the blooms lasted all summer, but alas, nature provides small miracles in increments, just enough to fill the soul, and nose, with pleasure and contentment.
It was a Grey and odouriferoys afternoon, Keito was exploring the pantry, beaking things and motioning to mom to 'please cook this for us mom'. Finally, mom got some lentils and dried beans out, and prepared to soak them for a birdie - ready breakfast buffet tomorrow. Love you mommy! Keito
Looking at flowers convinces me that there is a hidden force all around, tempting us with the simple pleasures, reminding us to stop, smell, look and admire the wonder
They look delicate
The Northern Herper 
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