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.
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4 responses to “Peonies remind me of being pregnant”
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Stunning photography – beautiful words….
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I love peonies.
Beautiful words and memories to have! -
Love peonies. My daughter was born the day the buttercups bloomed. Buttercups brought from my grandfather’s garden in Toledo.
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Do you ever call her “Buttercup”? What a sweet story. Thank you, Mary!
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