It is this time of year again when peonies adorn my world and make my heart sing. I wait for the seasons to pass for peonies to bloom and spread their scent and flamboyant, yet impermanent beauty. I might be so in love with these big perfect colourful flower heads because they are as beautiful and fragile as life itself. They won't last forever; their heartbreakingly short time in bloom will always remind us nothing is permanent and nothing will be, so the only chance we have is to be present, to pay attention, to take nothing for granted, to enjoy the moment, to be amazed and grateful, to live life as it is...
Last Sunday, on Father's Day, my son and I took Dad to the Peony Festival in Oshawa. Isn't it a great gift to a man who loves flowers, takes care of them, appreciates beauty in all its forms and, most importantly, lives life to the fullest. It was magical and even overwhelming with all the 300 types of peonies (one of Canada's largest contemporary peony collections) displayed at the Oshawa Valley Botanical Garden. They were like a symphony orchestra where every musical instrument produces the perfect sound only to add its colour and character to the orchestra creating the most incredible musical performance...

   


What makes your heart sing these days?





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