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Pecan Pie is a uniquely American dessert and apparently a holiday menu without it is a sin, especially in the Southern States where the pie is a staple. Some claim that French immigrants to New Orleans created the pecan pie after the Native Americans introduced them to pecans. Who knows? One thing is for certain, the pecan trees are native to the South and fresh pecans, as well as pecan pies, pecan pralines, and various other pecan delights, are widely popular in the region. As you might guess, I made a solid effort to try all these sweet handmade southern treats as we were passing through Louisiana on our road trip from Toronto to New Orleans this March. However, the most memorable experience to me in terms of classic southern desserts would be the slice of that freshly-baked nutty pie perfection I ate on the front porch of Oak Alley Plantation Restaurant after exploring the historic site that lined the banks of the Mississippi River. It also turned out that of all plantations that dot the landscape along Louisiana's famous River Road, one that stands out for its relationships to pecans is nonother, but Oak Alley. One of the slaves at the plantation, the gifted, first-name-only gardener from New Orleans, Antoine, was the first person to successfully create the first pecan variety with a thin shell that could be cracked barehanded. Antoine's improved pecan was named 'centennial' as an honor for winning the Best Pecan Award at the Philadelphia Exposition in 1876. 
We came back home with tins full of Louisiana's favorite nut and books full of wonderful collections of great southern recipes. And I thought that Easter weekend would be the perfect time to bake this simple and delicious pie, this symbol of the Southern heritage, the one that is really loaded with nuts, has a little hint of Praline pecan liqueur and creates such an earthy taste in your mouth which as the author wrote "makes you close your eyes and wish you might live forever in the witness of that rich moment."



Southern Pecan Pie 

Ingredients: 

For the Crust:
1 1/4 cups unbleached all-purpose flour
1 1/2 tsp. sugar
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 cup (1 stick) cold unsalted butter, cut into chunks
1/4 cup ice cold water

Filling:
6 tbsp. (about 90 ml) unsalted butter
1 cup brown sugar
3/4 cup dark corn syrup
3 large eggs
1/2 tsp. sea salt
2 cups chopped pecans (plus extras pecan halves to line the top)
1 tsp. apple cider vinegar
1 or 2 tbsp. Pralin Pecan Liqueur or bourbon (optional)
1 tsp. vanilla extract


Directions:


To make the pie dough, combine in a large bowl flour, sugar, and salt. Rub in the butter using your fingertips until it resembles fine breadcrumbs. Add enough cold water and stir with a spatula to mix to a firm dough. Use your hands to knead the dough together and pack it into a ball. Wrap in plastic wrap and chill in the refrigerator for at least one hour. 

On a floured surface flatten dough ball with rolling pin. Roll out into a circle that is one inch larger than the pie dish. Place pie shell into a dish, fold overhang edge of pie crust and crimp decoratively. Prick the bottom with a fork and refrigerate until solid. 

Preheat oven to 400°F. Place the pie dish on a cooking sheet and line with a sheet of oiled foil. Fill with pie weights or beans. Baked in the preheated oven for 10 minutes. Carefully remove foil and beans and bake for an additional 5 minutes. Let cool a little before filling. 

Reduce oven temperature to 350°F.

To make pie filling, place butter, brown sugar, corn syrup and salt in a saucepan and stir gently until melted. Remove from the heat and stir in pecans, cider vinegar, vanilla, liqueur. Set the mixture aside to cool a little, about 5 minutes and then whisk in one egg at a time until combined. Pour into the pie shell and bake for 35-40 minutes. If needed, during the last 10 minutes of baking, cover the pie with foil to prevent the top from getting too hard. The pie is done when the crust browns and the center is slightly firm to touch but still has some jiggle to it. 
Let cool before slicing and serve. 

(Recipe adapted from "At My Grandmother's Table Heartwarming Stories and Cherished Recipe from the South", a book by Faye Porter.) 


Do you like pecan pie?


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Pecan Pie – A Taste of the South

Pecan Pie is a uniquely American dessert and apparently a holiday menu without it is a sin, especially in the Southern States where the pie is a staple. Some claim that French immigrants to New Orleans created the pecan pie after the Native Americans introduced them to pecans. Who knows? One thing is for certain, the pecan trees are native to the South and fresh pecans, as well as pecan pies, pecan pralines, and various other pecan delights, are widely popular in the region. As you might guess, I made a solid effort to try all these sweet handmade southern treats as we were passing through Louisiana on our road trip from Toronto to New Orleans this March. However, the most memorable experience to me in terms of classic southern desserts would be the slice of that freshly-baked nutty pie perfection I ate on the front porch of Oak Alley Plantation Restaurant after exploring the historic site that lined the banks of the Mississippi River. It also turned out that of all plantations that dot the landscape along Louisiana's famous River Road, one that stands out for its relationships to pecans is nonother, but Oak Alley. One of the slaves at the plantation, the gifted, first-name-only gardener from New Orleans, Antoine, was the first person to successfully create the first pecan variety with a thin shell that could be cracked barehanded. Antoine's improved pecan was named 'centennial' as an honor for winning the Best Pecan Award at the Philadelphia Exposition in 1876. 
We came back home with tins full of Louisiana's favorite nut and books full of wonderful collections of great southern recipes. And I thought that Easter weekend would be the perfect time to bake this simple and delicious pie, this symbol of the Southern heritage, the one that is really loaded with nuts, has a little hint of Praline pecan liqueur and creates such an earthy taste in your mouth which as the author wrote "makes you close your eyes and wish you might live forever in the witness of that rich moment."



Southern Pecan Pie 

Ingredients: 

For the Crust:
1 1/4 cups unbleached all-purpose flour
1 1/2 tsp. sugar
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 cup (1 stick) cold unsalted butter, cut into chunks
1/4 cup ice cold water

Filling:
6 tbsp. (about 90 ml) unsalted butter
1 cup brown sugar
3/4 cup dark corn syrup
3 large eggs
1/2 tsp. sea salt
2 cups chopped pecans (plus extras pecan halves to line the top)
1 tsp. apple cider vinegar
1 or 2 tbsp. Pralin Pecan Liqueur or bourbon (optional)
1 tsp. vanilla extract


Directions:


To make the pie dough, combine in a large bowl flour, sugar, and salt. Rub in the butter using your fingertips until it resembles fine breadcrumbs. Add enough cold water and stir with a spatula to mix to a firm dough. Use your hands to knead the dough together and pack it into a ball. Wrap in plastic wrap and chill in the refrigerator for at least one hour. 

On a floured surface flatten dough ball with rolling pin. Roll out into a circle that is one inch larger than the pie dish. Place pie shell into a dish, fold overhang edge of pie crust and crimp decoratively. Prick the bottom with a fork and refrigerate until solid. 

Preheat oven to 400°F. Place the pie dish on a cooking sheet and line with a sheet of oiled foil. Fill with pie weights or beans. Baked in the preheated oven for 10 minutes. Carefully remove foil and beans and bake for an additional 5 minutes. Let cool a little before filling. 

Reduce oven temperature to 350°F.

To make pie filling, place butter, brown sugar, corn syrup and salt in a saucepan and stir gently until melted. Remove from the heat and stir in pecans, cider vinegar, vanilla, liqueur. Set the mixture aside to cool a little, about 5 minutes and then whisk in one egg at a time until combined. Pour into the pie shell and bake for 35-40 minutes. If needed, during the last 10 minutes of baking, cover the pie with foil to prevent the top from getting too hard. The pie is done when the crust browns and the center is slightly firm to touch but still has some jiggle to it. 
Let cool before slicing and serve. 

(Recipe adapted from "At My Grandmother's Table Heartwarming Stories and Cherished Recipe from the South", a book by Faye Porter.) 


Do you like pecan pie?


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They had me at "Old Faithful Shop". Don't you just like this name for a shop. It's original, intriguing, and descriptive. And if you are imagining an old-fashioned general store that sells well-made products for simple everyday living such as kettles, wooden sugar spoons, balls of twine, blankets, soaps, brooms and dustpans, books, cutting boards and canvas totes; in other words, products that will age along side with us and stand the test of time, well, you are not far from the truth. These products reminiscent of the kind of goods that our grandparents used to buy - crafted by an artisan's hand, designed with a soul and thoughtfulness, woven by stories. 
Old Faithful Shop was first created in Vancouver by Walter Manning and co-founder Savannah Olsen. Inspired by the convenience store of Manning's grandparents, they succeed in establishing a modern day version of it, dedicated to traditional handcrafts and great quality household goods. The interior of the shop – simple, minimalistic and inviting – embodies the wise saying that "simplicity is the ultimate sophistication". The attention to detail is impressive. When I first opened the door of the shop, adjectives such as beautiful, simple, honest, organic, clean, inspiring, aesthetically pleasant were jumping around in my head. Truth be told, I felt the need to spend money here, not only because I wanted every single item from the shelves, but mostly because I wanted to support such a great effort of creating something meaningful in a thoughtful and generous manner. Something like a movement of going back to the roots of making things and selling them in the most human, friendly way. I wanted to give my vote for the vision of a modern general store where shopping becomes a human experience, where a sense of community is fostered and where craftsmanship, longevity of the product and the support of the independent artists is a philosophy. I wanted to vote for a sensible, sustainable consumer culture opposite to purchasing either cheap or unreasonably expensive, hidden behind big brands, mass-produced merchandise.
And I voted and I will again. 
   


As we will celebrate Mother's Day this weekend, give your mother or yourself  a gift of a visit to an independent local store that sells unique hand-crafted products. Ones such as this wonderful Old Faithful Shop on 886 Queen St. West, Toronto. 

Old Faithful Shop is not paying me for writing this post. The owner and the manager were extremely kind and helpful in giving me the pleasure to photograph inside. 


Happy Mother's Day to all of you wonderful women out there! 



Old Faithful Shop



They had me at "Old Faithful Shop". Don't you just like this name for a shop. It's original, intriguing, and descriptive. And if you are imagining an old-fashioned general store that sells well-made products for simple everyday living such as kettles, wooden sugar spoons, balls of twine, blankets, soaps, brooms and dustpans, books, cutting boards and canvas totes; in other words, products that will age along side with us and stand the test of time, well, you are not far from the truth. These products reminiscent of the kind of goods that our grandparents used to buy - crafted by an artisan's hand, designed with a soul and thoughtfulness, woven by stories. 
Old Faithful Shop was first created in Vancouver by Walter Manning and co-founder Savannah Olsen. Inspired by the convenience store of Manning's grandparents, they succeed in establishing a modern day version of it, dedicated to traditional handcrafts and great quality household goods. The interior of the shop – simple, minimalistic and inviting – embodies the wise saying that "simplicity is the ultimate sophistication". The attention to detail is impressive. When I first opened the door of the shop, adjectives such as beautiful, simple, honest, organic, clean, inspiring, aesthetically pleasant were jumping around in my head. Truth be told, I felt the need to spend money here, not only because I wanted every single item from the shelves, but mostly because I wanted to support such a great effort of creating something meaningful in a thoughtful and generous manner. Something like a movement of going back to the roots of making things and selling them in the most human, friendly way. I wanted to give my vote for the vision of a modern general store where shopping becomes a human experience, where a sense of community is fostered and where craftsmanship, longevity of the product and the support of the independent artists is a philosophy. I wanted to vote for a sensible, sustainable consumer culture opposite to purchasing either cheap or unreasonably expensive, hidden behind big brands, mass-produced merchandise.
And I voted and I will again. 
   


As we will celebrate Mother's Day this weekend, give your mother or yourself  a gift of a visit to an independent local store that sells unique hand-crafted products. Ones such as this wonderful Old Faithful Shop on 886 Queen St. West, Toronto. 

Old Faithful Shop is not paying me for writing this post. The owner and the manager were extremely kind and helpful in giving me the pleasure to photograph inside. 


Happy Mother's Day to all of you wonderful women out there! 





The world around you suddenly becomes the Kingdom of the Snow Queen. The trees are covered with crystals and everything, at first sight, looks like a fairy tale. You can't stop exploring the beauty of the iced branches shining on the light. Then, you step outside and realize the ground is an ice rink and every single step is like being on skates. You better stay at home and don't go outside. But, then the electrical power is gone and no one can't promise it will be coming back soon. On the contrary, the battery-powered radio, the only connection with the world at this point, warns you to brace for the possibility of being without power for about 76 hours and more... And tomorrow is Christmas...  
The nasty ice storm that hit Toronto this past weekend brought down the power lines and left hundreds and thousands of households without electricity. Our home was one of them. We stayed more than 24 hours without hot water and heat, without phones and Internet, no cookies in the oven, no lights on the Christmas tree; all our plans destroyed...
As I am writing right now, I am thinking of the fact that our modern society depends on electricity to function more than ever and it's difficult to imagine life without it. But Mother Nature is too wise that she always finds ways to make us pause and pay attention to the basic needs in life, to remind us not to take single things for granted and think of a more healthy way of living and giving back in the world. What I experienced during this blackout was the warmth of the family playing together board games and cards on candles, laughing and sharing stories around the kitchen table, gazing at the moon through the frosty window, painting the handmade wooden ornaments in white, checking frequently on our ill neighbour left alone since his wife is in the hospital with a broken leg, thinking of those who don't have shelter... Frankly, at first we thought Christmas without power would suck, but then as we recollected the most beloved H.C. Andersen's story "The Little Match Girl", we reflected on the time when people celebrated the true spirit of the holidays in the most humble, sincere and giving way...
Not with the lights on the trees and roofs, but the light that is already inside of your heart.
Not only with the holiday feast on your table, but with food giving to others. Not with songs coming from the TV or CD player, but songs sang with your own voice.
Not only with the gifts under the tree but with the gift of gratitude for everything and everyone in your precious life, for your normal, peaceful and meaningful day, with the gift wrapped up in faith that miracles come in moments...


“I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. “
~Charles Dickens





Wherever you are, whatever language you speak, whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope your day is warm, filled with light, peace, and LOVE!   
Thank you to all of you who help me rekindle the light inside of me at times it goes out.


                           Have a Merry and Bright Holiday!




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Merry & Bright



The world around you suddenly becomes the Kingdom of the Snow Queen. The trees are covered with crystals and everything, at first sight, looks like a fairy tale. You can't stop exploring the beauty of the iced branches shining on the light. Then, you step outside and realize the ground is an ice rink and every single step is like being on skates. You better stay at home and don't go outside. But, then the electrical power is gone and no one can't promise it will be coming back soon. On the contrary, the battery-powered radio, the only connection with the world at this point, warns you to brace for the possibility of being without power for about 76 hours and more... And tomorrow is Christmas...  
The nasty ice storm that hit Toronto this past weekend brought down the power lines and left hundreds and thousands of households without electricity. Our home was one of them. We stayed more than 24 hours without hot water and heat, without phones and Internet, no cookies in the oven, no lights on the Christmas tree; all our plans destroyed...
As I am writing right now, I am thinking of the fact that our modern society depends on electricity to function more than ever and it's difficult to imagine life without it. But Mother Nature is too wise that she always finds ways to make us pause and pay attention to the basic needs in life, to remind us not to take single things for granted and think of a more healthy way of living and giving back in the world. What I experienced during this blackout was the warmth of the family playing together board games and cards on candles, laughing and sharing stories around the kitchen table, gazing at the moon through the frosty window, painting the handmade wooden ornaments in white, checking frequently on our ill neighbour left alone since his wife is in the hospital with a broken leg, thinking of those who don't have shelter... Frankly, at first we thought Christmas without power would suck, but then as we recollected the most beloved H.C. Andersen's story "The Little Match Girl", we reflected on the time when people celebrated the true spirit of the holidays in the most humble, sincere and giving way...
Not with the lights on the trees and roofs, but the light that is already inside of your heart.
Not only with the holiday feast on your table, but with food giving to others. Not with songs coming from the TV or CD player, but songs sang with your own voice.
Not only with the gifts under the tree but with the gift of gratitude for everything and everyone in your precious life, for your normal, peaceful and meaningful day, with the gift wrapped up in faith that miracles come in moments...


“I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys. “
~Charles Dickens





Wherever you are, whatever language you speak, whatever holiday you celebrate, I hope your day is warm, filled with light, peace, and LOVE!   
Thank you to all of you who help me rekindle the light inside of me at times it goes out.


                           Have a Merry and Bright Holiday!




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It was love at first sight. Something was dragging me to this section of the bookshop that I don't usually pay much attention to. "Vintage Flowers...", enough said, the book had me at "hello." I envisioned romantic floral arrangements of wildflowers and pink roses captured in dreamy nostalgic images... What can be more appealing to a flower and vintage style lover like me? Diving into the book, turning page after page, I was slowly melting...
The author, florist Vic Brotherson, is the owner of one of London's best flower shops, Scarlet & Violet. "I studied Fine Art," she shared at the beginning of the book, "and knowing that I could never make a living out of painting alone, floristry seemed like the perfect job, it felt familiar. Now after 20 years of hard graft, I have started to appreciate all I have gained  along the way and this book is the result of that." There is no surprise that Vic creates exquisite, romantic and artistic flower designs complimented by a variety of vintage colourful containers from jugs, buckets, glass bottles and hand-painted vases to urns, pans, and pots with cracked patina. She knows how to "paint" with flowers and her whimsical, easy (simple in a way) natural displays are a real feast for the eyes and soul. The writing is friendly and I truly enjoyed her nostalgic references to past times and her childhood. "Nowadays', she is convinced, "we have access to a much wider variety of flowers than our predecessors, and yet back then there was a far greater understanding and appreciation of flowers, probably because many of the blooms used would have been grown in the garden of the arranges..."
"Vintage Flowers" is not exactly a coffee table book as it might appear. The author shares original ideas, experiences, tips and instructions, such as, how to make a corsage, how to buy and prepare fresh flowers, how to choose the perfect vase, how to make a wreath, garland, and hand-tied bunch, how to use floral foam and chicken wire...
Feeling utterly inspired by the book and especially by the enchanting luscious photography of Catherine Cratwicke, I have been practicing my flower design skills and flower choices, filling my vintage pitchers and vases with forgotten roses, hydrangeas, and foliage from the woods. 

And, as Christmas is around the corner (I can't believe how fast the year comes to its end), put Vic Brotherson's book on your Christmas list for aesthetic pleasure and year-round inspiration.



(I wasn’t paid to write this review, and all opinions above are totally my own)




"Christmas is a time that demands all of those who celebrate it to become involved in some sort of decoration-from a tree to a table center. Every family has its own tradition: my mum has an amazing collection of choir singers, doves and glittery fruit that have become a family joke. It is no surprise that this has made me go the opposite way, looking to the things that are available to us naturally and evoke a real sense of the season, making and using decorations that will sit happily in the home without taking over. The making of your own decorations is something that I encourage, even if it just involves popping holly berries behind a few pictures and laying some pine on the table."
      
                                                                                                                                                    ~Vic Brotherson, "Holly & Ivy" chapter 




It has been such a busy month and I am truly sorry for not being able to read and write comments on my favourite blogs.  I promise I will soon find time for that. I hope life is treating you well.





  • November 19, 2013

Vintage Feelings




It was love at first sight. Something was dragging me to this section of the bookshop that I don't usually pay much attention to. "Vintage Flowers...", enough said, the book had me at "hello." I envisioned romantic floral arrangements of wildflowers and pink roses captured in dreamy nostalgic images... What can be more appealing to a flower and vintage style lover like me? Diving into the book, turning page after page, I was slowly melting...
The author, florist Vic Brotherson, is the owner of one of London's best flower shops, Scarlet & Violet. "I studied Fine Art," she shared at the beginning of the book, "and knowing that I could never make a living out of painting alone, floristry seemed like the perfect job, it felt familiar. Now after 20 years of hard graft, I have started to appreciate all I have gained  along the way and this book is the result of that." There is no surprise that Vic creates exquisite, romantic and artistic flower designs complimented by a variety of vintage colourful containers from jugs, buckets, glass bottles and hand-painted vases to urns, pans, and pots with cracked patina. She knows how to "paint" with flowers and her whimsical, easy (simple in a way) natural displays are a real feast for the eyes and soul. The writing is friendly and I truly enjoyed her nostalgic references to past times and her childhood. "Nowadays', she is convinced, "we have access to a much wider variety of flowers than our predecessors, and yet back then there was a far greater understanding and appreciation of flowers, probably because many of the blooms used would have been grown in the garden of the arranges..."
"Vintage Flowers" is not exactly a coffee table book as it might appear. The author shares original ideas, experiences, tips and instructions, such as, how to make a corsage, how to buy and prepare fresh flowers, how to choose the perfect vase, how to make a wreath, garland, and hand-tied bunch, how to use floral foam and chicken wire...
Feeling utterly inspired by the book and especially by the enchanting luscious photography of Catherine Cratwicke, I have been practicing my flower design skills and flower choices, filling my vintage pitchers and vases with forgotten roses, hydrangeas, and foliage from the woods. 

And, as Christmas is around the corner (I can't believe how fast the year comes to its end), put Vic Brotherson's book on your Christmas list for aesthetic pleasure and year-round inspiration.



(I wasn’t paid to write this review, and all opinions above are totally my own)




"Christmas is a time that demands all of those who celebrate it to become involved in some sort of decoration-from a tree to a table center. Every family has its own tradition: my mum has an amazing collection of choir singers, doves and glittery fruit that have become a family joke. It is no surprise that this has made me go the opposite way, looking to the things that are available to us naturally and evoke a real sense of the season, making and using decorations that will sit happily in the home without taking over. The making of your own decorations is something that I encourage, even if it just involves popping holly berries behind a few pictures and laying some pine on the table."
      
                                                                                                                                                    ~Vic Brotherson, "Holly & Ivy" chapter 




It has been such a busy month and I am truly sorry for not being able to read and write comments on my favourite blogs.  I promise I will soon find time for that. I hope life is treating you well.










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?












Thank you! 






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Peony Prettiness






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?












Thank you! 






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