The peonies, like me, are fading now.
Their beauty is short lived in days, sadly their blooms don't last for months.
We care for them from the thrilling day when that tight, round bud appears,
then opens with the assistance of tiny ants (never rinse off the ants, they
are needed according to nature). For a week or so we breathe the
fragrance as the blooms grow large, beautiful, stunning to look at, and
one feels especially glad to be at home.
Now they've even passed the blowsy stage when petals loosen and droop.
Tinges of rusty shades are encroaching on the fading ballet pink. Yellow stamens
are curling into fine threads. To me they are still so lovely in their old age.
I feel a need to record them even this way - so I've been out there with the
camera to watch them change before they fall forever.
THOUGHTS - This weekend arrived very quickly and although every day is
somewhat the same, I still enjoy the feeling of Saturday and Sunday.
I hope those who are still working can enjoy some time for relaxation - something
we elderly retirees are already used to.
So, more time for the garden - both working and relaxing there.
Weight gain is noticed - me rather than Bob, not fair because I eat
less than him! No bread baking - crusty loaves slathered with butter
now off the menu for a while, as are pistachio muffins. The farm fresh
strawberries are now being served naked without whipped cream!
Must walk more - grocery shopping is not exercise and we actually
didn't even do that this week as we've too much food in the house.
The weather is warming up - high of 89F today - so I'm leaving you
for now and grabbing my walking shoes and sunhat.
Enjoy your Saturday.
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