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NONNIE'S PHOTO A DAY, Day 148: My Favorite Bloom- the Peony


lovely peony
remembering its fragrance
in my mom’s garden

linking to Rebecca's
uplifting



Comments

Lea said…
Beautiful haiku, photo, and precious memory Nonnie.
Gillena Cox said…
lovely blossom; and memory shared in your haiku

much love...
Mark said…
It was my grandmother who grew peonies, and in her quaint way, she called them "pineys." Thanks for jogging my memory!
Ann said…
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
Ida said…
They are such lovely flowers.
Nonnie said…
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.
J C said…
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!!!
Reading Pleasure said…
How lovely!
rebecca said…
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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