Thursday, June 11, 2020

Sharing a few of our peonies with you

Some years the peonies do better than others.

This is a good year.

And I'm glad.

I'm needing some peonies in my life right now.

Have to have a few in the house too.  Especially on my nightstand.

And, this is for my mom.
This was her favorite flower, and what she carried down the aisle at my wedding.

Donald planted a small bed of them in her honor.

Peonies: A Poem by Mary Oliver
This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
and they open —
pools of lace,
white and pink —
and all day the black ants climb over them,
boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away
to their dark, underground cities —
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,
the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding
all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again —
beauty the brave, the exemplary,
blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?


Gram said...

Lovely pictures. Thank you. I like the poem too. She is one of my favorite poets.

Mason Canyon said...

Such beautiful flowers. All made me smile. Thanks for sharing.