a dream:
she cradled the peonies in her arms tenderly before waving and turning away—and it was the sweet peony smell that lingered, upon awakening, in the morning breeze
Dream Peonies
a dream:
she cradled the peonies in her arms tenderly before waving and turning away—and it was the sweet peony smell that lingered, upon awakening, in the morning breeze
spanishwoods 
Lovely words and photo, Sylvia. Happy weekend. ❤️🍻
LikeLike
thank you John, same to you 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I feel good after seeing and reading your post.
LikeLike
Oh good Sherry! That’s a very good thing, I’m pleased these lines had that effect on you. 🙂
LikeLike
So wonderful.
LikeLike
thank you 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
That is beautiful I love the vintage look of the peonies and the prose is just so lovely.
LikeLike
thanks ever so much! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
And, on yesterday’s run, I saw a bunch of peonies, too! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful!
LikeLike
thank you! 🙂
LikeLike
Such a beautiful photo of these stunning flowers. My late Mum grew peonies in her garden – they were a darker pink than these. I always loved them and when I was about twelve years old, I wrote a piece of piano music called ‘Pink Peonies’. I’m not sure how I managed that at twelve, but I think these flowers made a lasting impression on me. Thank you for sharing this 😘.
LikeLike
thank you Ellie 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your capture of them makes them look soft like velvet!
LikeLike
that’s exactly how they felt 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
So beautiful! My new house has a peony plant (bush?) but no flowers. I hope they’re still coming,
LikeLike
oh I hope so too!
LikeLiked by 1 person
If anyone can transcend the two worlds it is the peony. Lovely post, Sylvia.
LikeLike
Oh I completely agree Jet! 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Huge pretty peony heads heavy laden.
LikeLiked by 1 person
they are such a beautiful flower, aren’t they?
LikeLiked by 1 person