The peonies are in bloom here at Little Red House. I only have four plants -- two that belonged to my mom, one that was given me by a friend, and one that I bought.
But oh my goodness, when they bloom, the garden is a happy place, and I can't help but cut a few to bring inside. They have a delicate perfume, not as overwhelming as the wild roses and the honeysuckle currently blooming outside, but a scent that weaves it's way quietly into the senses.
I'm linking this post to Cindy's Show & Tell Friday. Thank you, Cindy, for hosting this wonderful party. :)
Thank you for your support and prayers for my father in law. As I write this he is still in intensive care. I guess the only thing to do is take it one day at a time.