Then glut thy sorrow on the morning rose,Or on the rainbow of the salt-sand wave,Or on the wealth of globèd peonies ...~ John Keats
Thought of you on my way home from work, listening to another Over the Rhine song. If you find yourself interested in hearing more of their music, I recommend starting with the albums Good Dog Bad Dog and Drunkard's Prayer. You can hear all their music and read the lyrics/poetry at their website: http://overtherhine.com/music/(Listen to the song "Latter Days" on Good Dog Bad Dog while you gaze at your peonies.)You're in my prayers~
Love them. I have my Grandfather,s plant in my yard- about to bloom. Each spring they bring back fond memories him and his love/ care of his garden plants. And that scent....
Yes, I was going to ask if you could possibly get the scent on the website. ;-)When I was a little girl, I lived around the corner from my grandmother who grew beautiful peonies--those white ones with the drop of red in their hearts. She used to pick them and give them to me to put on the Blessed Mother's altar at school. Smelling that fragrance all the way to school was intoxicating.AMDG
I was just telling a friend they faded (they don't last long but how could anything that beautiful last TOO long?) to a kind of old ivory...a have a new bunch, deep red in the bud...The Long Surrender (Over-the-Rhine) just arrived Friday. Am easing in...a new treasure...thank you, all--Cooking today...
You have no idea how much I love the fact that you stayed home to enjoy the flowers rather than choosing to follow through with your plans to "go out". :) I am certain you provided them as great company as you found them to provide to you. Perhaps this is too intrusive, but what does "going out" mean? - to my peers and I that term most often means dancing and drinks (sometimes, rarely, a dinner too), but never the dancing without first the drinks, and knowing that drinking is no longer a part of your life I am curious what those words mean to you. :)
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What human company could compete with the Creator's petals of peonies unfurling?Each spring the mud continues to shock.
Yes, the beauty shocks us!!"Going out" means to a strip club to get wasted...kidding!! Oh maybe to a church to hear a stirring rendition of Brahms' Requiem. To a friend's house for dinner. To a museum. To a jail to talk to the alkies and addicts. For a walk, to take pictures in the dark. Very quiet, "going out" for me, Alicia...Btw, I loved the links you sent me on non-violence, which I finally got a chance to read--I hope to post them sometime soon--Many thanks to all. I have two new bunches of peonies, a light pink and a deep magenta...
A gardner of many seasons, puncuated old wire fences squared, staggeringthree orbed bushes to a side. Surprise peony foliage to greet your arrival up back steps. "Plant 'em where you can see 'em, quoted my dad.These durable green cousins become summer furniture for your spirit.
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