They hatch from the green flower buds overnight and the world witnesses a spectacular performance of beauty, colour and perfume. They just go wild on the stage for a week or two and then the show is over. But the huge, superb pompons of artistry and poetry are exquisite enough to make me forgive their short life. The fragility of their perfection makes me carry all this gorgeousness in my heart as I am reminded once again that nothing is permanent in life. My heart is like a blooming garden...



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• June 17, 2015
• peonies

The Last Peonies

They hatch from the green flower buds overnight and the world witnesses a spectacular performance of beauty, colour and perfume. They just go wild on the stage for a week or two and then the show is over. But the huge, superb pompons of artistry and poetry are exquisite enough to make me forgive their short life. The fragility of their perfection makes me carry all this gorgeousness in my heart as I am reminded once again that nothing is permanent in life. My heart is like a blooming garden...



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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 because of the fact that they are as beautiful and fragile as life itself. They won't last forever. Their heartbreakingly short time in bloom will always remind us that nothing is permanent and nothing will be – the only chance we have is
to be present,
to pay attention,
to take nothing for granted,
to enjoy the moment,
to be amazed,
to be grateful,
and 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 the beauty in all its forms and, most importantly, lives life to the fullest. It was magical and lovely 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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• June 17, 2014
• peonies

Peony Season

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 because of the fact that they are as beautiful and fragile as life itself. They won't last forever. Their heartbreakingly short time in bloom will always remind us that nothing is permanent and nothing will be – the only chance we have is
to be present,
to pay attention,
to take nothing for granted,
to enjoy the moment,
to be amazed,
to be grateful,
and 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 the beauty in all its forms and, most importantly, lives life to the fullest. It was magical and lovely 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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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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• June 14, 2013
• colors

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! 

Sharing at Be Inspired/ Pink Saturday/ Seasonal Sundays/ Our Sunday Best

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