Peonies always bloomed each June in the back of my childhood best friend's home. I remember pink and white, how large they were, and of course, ants being on them. I also remember the heavenly smell. I was overjoyed to see that we inherited several bushes when we moved into the house. Most are a hot pink color. I noticed that one bush, however, was in a very shady area, and was being choked by other plants. I could see that it was different from the hot pink ones, and had more of that amazing scent. I thought it had white blooms at the time. I carefully transplanted the roots and eyes to a more sunny area during the fall of 2011. The foliage and a few buds came up last summer, but the drought put a stop to any further growth. This spring we got the full reward - gorgeous light pink blooms! If only I were a watercolor artist...
Summer evenings can be beautiful, magical, full of delight. One can understand why so many stories were written about fairies and other magical happenings at this time of day, in this season. These photos were taken during one of those hushed warm evenings, when the sun has just set. The truck was asleep on a bed of moonlit-drenched hydrangeas, transforming it into something other than a truck. Maybe a flying time machine at rest or a coach flown by moths and bats. Even in the dead of winter, I can watch this video to see the fireflies.
Thanks, I will!
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