The storms over the weekend weren’t as bad as expected, but I did have one tragedy. My gorgeous peony who was just about to bloom all the way out toppled over and broke.
But… the grand thing was I was able to bring it inside to enjoy on our supper table.
Peonies are flowers I remember from my childhood… growing at my Nannie Red’s house. They were SO big and full. Such beautiful, huge blooms on such seemingly small stems.
I love it when something familiar strikes a chord and memories come flooding back.
Good times.
