In just a week, the Peonies burst practically out loud. Their scent fills a room with a single stem, sweet but not at all overpowering. Who would not love such glory as that!
From the many shades of rose
to the whitest of white, my peonies bring joy.
Every one of my senses is enjoying the peonies before they come and go for the season, so quickly.
I see their beauty all in a row as I smell them perfume the air. To touch their satin petals suggests an elegance about them, no matter their names, such as Sarah Bernhardt, White Wings, Bowl of Beauty...oh, there are hundreds.
I would Never, Ever taste one, nor any animal would try. The Peony, any part of it, is so toxic, poisonous to the point of no return, particularly the flowers.
However, if one cares to listen very carefully, you just may hear the ants scurrying around within the petals. They seem to delight in it's scent as much as I.
Thankfully, I was able to cut just one last bouquet before the down-pours of rain, cracking of thunder and bolts of lightening that's loved our neck of the woods lately.
Note to self: do not complain of the rain as the water tables are still low in spite of flash flooding.
On a brief visit to our daughter's, she says there was such a racket, sounding peculiar, unlike a bird...what could it be?
It came from the waving Walnut trees, the towering pines, the past-bloom lilac hedge.
She knew it was not the cardinals, as she sees and hears them often,
nor the wren that seems to have abandoned it's nest.
Certainly it was not the hum of many grasshoppers
daring to munch away on her rose colored Weigela.
It almost sounds like it's meowing. Well, of course, it was the Grey Catbird singing it's song. Just as we were talking about him, he showed himself, perching on the electric fence.
That brings to mind a great curiosity. Just how can birds sit on electric wire without getting zapped? Mr. Catbird was sitting on a 3-mile wire, which shoots a pretty strong punch. It sure sends a horse a-galloping, even with a quick swish of his tail barely touching the hot line. (Sorry, I did not get a picture of that.)
All in all, another great week! There could be more to come.
Here's wishing you all a joyous Sunday