Wherever  I go, I see peonies... 
Peony prettiness everywhere...
Perhaps, lately, my mind is set on noticing only these sweetly fragrant flowers. Every second house in our neighbourhood is adorned with peonies – vanilla white, soft orchid pink, rich carmine red – all of them filled with lushness, dropped laden with flowers.
As showy as peonies appear, they have a genuine gift of making the surrounding extraordinary beautiful. The sight of blooming peonies provides a sense of serenity, evokes a feeling of beauty, grace and delicate sensuality. 
Peony flower has a floral meaning of shame, but can also signify a happy marriage and a happy life.

I couldn't stop photographing them and I think my camera loves peonies as much as I do.








Peonies

By Mary Oliver 


This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers

and they open -
pools of lace,
white and pink -
and all day the black ants climb over them,

boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away

to their dark, underground cities -
and all day
under the shifty wind, as in a dance to the great wedding, 

the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise, 
their red stems holding 

all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again -
beauty the brave, the exemplary,

blazing open.
Do you love the world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?

Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,

with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are 
nothing, forever?












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