That May the peonies were my countdown—
I knew they would bloom when she did.
That heady hot spring of unfurling expectation,
of watching marching ants making their incredible journeys across Planet Peony
while I marked the days.
Oh, the heaviness in my ankles, the humidity, the wonder of my belly
swelling like a bud about to burst.
#1 by angelamoore2013 on May 24, 2015 - 8:56 pm
Stunning photography – beautiful words….
#2 by Dawn D on May 25, 2015 - 6:54 am
I love peonies.
Beautiful words and memories to have!
#3 by Mary Seguin on May 27, 2015 - 8:09 am
Love peonies. My daughter was born the day the buttercups bloomed. Buttercups brought from my grandfather’s garden in Toledo.
#4 by Elaine Olund on June 9, 2015 - 12:44 am
Do you ever call her “Buttercup”? What a sweet story. Thank you, Mary!