White ... is not a mere absence of colour; it is a shining and affirmative thing, as fierce as red, as definite as black...God paints in many colours; but He never paints so gorgeously, I had almost said so gaudily, as when He paints in white.
G. K. Chesterton, English author (1874-1936)
I never thought of white as a gaudy colour but looking across the garden I have to reconsider when spying the white peonies that are most definitely ostentatious, flashy and splashy. There is nothing subtle nor simple about them.
Similarly, the peace lily is no meek wallflower; rather she stands proudly wrapped in her whiteness as if brazenly calling out, "Look at me! I'm ever so divine." When gazing into her complex inner being, her divinity is irrefutable as she bears a striking resemblance to
Artemis.
Peonies will always remind me of Grandma's garden. That and all the gnomes and other decorations in her rock garden hill.
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Peonies always remind me of Edmonton, the freshness of early summer and the reslience of beauty matching the toughness of the climate. Remember the Japanese Gardens to the west of Edmonton? And the peony bulbs in our flower beds there?
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