Sunday, May 27, 2012

Inhaling Bliss

Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity.
John Ruskin, English art critic (1819-1900)

The air in the garden's back corner is thick with the fragrance of peonies. Breathing deep I feel like Dorothy in the field of poppies on the outskirts of Oz: I could curl up in the perfume's soft contours and fall into a blissful sleep, forgetting the cares of the week. I think I may just do that.

Zzz z z z . . . .


Anonymous said...

Well we have finally planted! Lush lush lush soil, filled with small nuggets of our hopes for the future. Course we might not be here to harvest. (big smile). PMC

Anonymous said...

Peonies will always remind me of Grandma's garden.