Peonies. Prose. And Prizes.
Large drooping blossoms
Bright pink, pale pink, white, even peppermint striped
They start tight as a little round ball
and gradually, silky petal after silky petal
they triple their girth
Those fat pom-pom like blossoms, cheering on the rest of the garden
Blooms so heavy their stems bow down from the weight, but never break.
I am the lucky recipient of this wonderful bouquet, courtesy of my dear friend Karen, who picked them, especially for me, fresh from her garden.
Aren't they delicious?
The peonies are lovely, but the real prize is her friendship.
And I feel the same about all of you! Thanks to all of you for your friendship and your kindness!
Leave a comment. A little note to let me know you are there.
A little prize will come to one lucky winner, drawn at random.
You have until midnight on Monday evening.