The Peonies

A few years ago I started noticing the peonies.

For whatever reason... I hadn't taken much notice of them before.

I grew up (simultaneously) in two different households ((that's a story for another time)). And neither side was much into flower gardens. I remeber lilacs and maybe a few tulips. But mostly flowers lived at my grandparents...
Or at other peoples homes.

Later on... Much later on... I went to visit my Aunt & Uncle in Ohio. At night we would push the stroller & walk the dog. We talked about things and we noticed all the flowers.
Honestly, it is the first time I remember really paying attention to the flowers.

Fast forward fifteen years and here I am.
I notice the flowers.
I make bouquets from the flowers in our yard.
I buy them at the farmers market & the stores.
I try my best to plant and water them.
And
once a year...
When the peonies bloom...
I photograph them like crazy.

I post most of those photos on my personal Instagram accout under the hashtag #dailydoseofpeonies

​And it makes me happy

im one of those people that dream.
Literally
I remember my dreams. They have a tendency to affect my emotions. I dream vividly, with depth, color, and plot twists.
People show up in my dreams, I relive memories. Sometimes I can't shake a dream.

A wise friend (who more accurately could be called my therapist) recently helped me to shake some particularly traumatic and hurtful dreams.
We broke them down and talked them through. & in the end she reminded me this...
sometimes A dream has underline meanings, sometimes it is your concious working things out AND sometimes... A dream, is just a dream.
​

so friends, I knew I wanted to post this blog.
But I kept struggling.
What is the deeper meaning, how do I connect these images with some deeper truth?
What IS the blog post about PEONIES about!?!

And then in hit me.
Maybe, like dreams.... Sometimes a blog post of beautiful flower images and a story..,, is just a blog post of that. Nothing deeper.
Just a bit of beauty. To be enjoyed, for the moment it is here.
Like the peonies themselves.