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Beautiful haiku, photo, and precious memory Nonnie.
lovely blossom; and memory shared in your haikumuch love...
It was my grandmother who grew peonies, and in her quaint way, she called them "pineys." Thanks for jogging my memory!
There is NO other flower fragrance that compares to the peony. I have four plants and would love to have more. I love the pink one you have here.Ann
They are such lovely flowers.
Mark, I was well into adulthood before I knew that most people called them 'pe uh nee'. My family also called them 'pineys.' It must have been a local dialect. (I was born in southern Indiana.) Ann, you are right about the peony's fragrance- no flower has a more wonderful aroma, not even roses.Lea, thank you. I dug up my mom's peony bush after she died and took it with me when we moved into the country. I haven't been back to the home because I've heard about all the changes and I want to remember the home and landscaping we did in the 27 years we lived there.
This is a beautiful memory Nonnie, and the peony is so gorgeous in your photo I could imagine the sweet scent as soon as I opened the page. Lovely!!!
i treasure your memory-and your act of love transplanting these jewels from your mother's garden. nothing is sweeter than the true gifts of love that live on in the hearts of others. so grateful your family is also blooming in love and healing. xo
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