I was chastised at morning coffee for complaining about the relentless gray. “Look,” I was told. “See that patch of blue sky?” Hmmmm. It went away. Then this afternoon my gardener friend made me smile, pointing out from the living room window what I could not see: dozens of fragile, pink buds on a peony […]
Mom was the honored recipient of the first cut flower from this tree peony, my personal favorite among backyard garden flowers. My children’s mother gets full credit for keeping our garden beautiful.