This morning I awoke to a pale grey haze, skimming the tops of the trees and floating listlessly on a mist that dampened the breeze. I was immediately transported to the scene in Pride and Prejudice when Mr. Darcy emerges from the fog, walking across the meadow looking terribly forlorn and hopelessly in love. It was in that moment that I realized that I am, have always been, and forever will be a romantic.
What would the world be like without a little romance? I shutter at the thought!
It probably also explains why I am so in love with the peony because I am convinced that it is a flower for the romantic. It is most certainly not for the one who looks at the fog and sees nothing but a nuisance but is definitely for the one who sees magic.
I am not sure what kind of flower a realistic would choose, though at times I would call myself that as well. For today, I hope you will indulge my romantic side just a little and enjoy these peonies with me. They are so delicate and fragrant, reminding me of a swan gliding across a lake. It seemed only appropriate, given the pale, colorless sky outside, to pair them with an equally simple backdrop. Here is a little more of my peonies, a very romantic gift from my husband which he sent while he was traveling…