peony love

There’s an abundance of peonies this week in my house—and on the blog. I was going to write overabundance, but just as quickly realized that there’s absolutely No Such Thing. Like lilacs and lily of the valley, peonies feature in my big three. The three whose fragrance is pure bliss. The three whose blooms usher in spring and lead us unmistakably into summer. I snipped some more yesterday and popped them in the front hall, knowing that their bloom is fleeting and their beauty ravishing. These peonies carry the delicious scent of antique roses–delicate and exhilarating the instant you walk into a room. I can’t think of any other scent I’d rather return home to just as soon as I unlatch the front door.

Had I but four square feet of ground at my disposal, I would plant a peony in the corner and proceed to worship.

–Alice Harding, The Book of the Peony, 1917

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photos by: bliss {in images}

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