Spring, she finally came. I knew she would, regardless of how far off she seemed in the dreary freezing days of March and April when snow still covered the ground.
And man, Spring is a show-off this year. We have a few peony bushes in our garden, and they are dripping with blooms. A few weeks later than normal, true, but I will take what I can get.
The first to bloom is always our tree peony, which is my favorite; huge, pale pink flowers that are as big across as a dinner plate. What’s not to love?
Then the white peonies follow. There are so many buds on the white bushes right now, I’m kind of giddy just thinking of what they’ll look like by this weekend.
Tonight it’s going to storm, though. A few scattered showers at dinner time reminded me of the impending severe weather, and I did what any rational peony-lover would do–I ran outside barefoot in the rain with kitchen shears and clipped all the open blooms before the storms strip them bare.