Prettiness As Defined By Peonies

Imagine my delight when

the morning dawned bright

and the buds which had been forming

on the shrubs along the drive

burst into fully blooming peonies,

begging to be brought in to strut their pink and fushcia stuff.

My only dilemma then,

was whether being one,

or the master gardener who put them there

was the higher calling.

Show your support

Clapping shows how much you appreciated Melody Harrell’s story.