My peonies are blooming like crazy and they have miraculously stood up against the rain earlier in the week. This has made me so happy I thought I’d take a picture and share them with you.

Peony

And now, a poem about peonies:

Pink and White
by Deborah Garrison

Peonies are the only flower I care for
and when I saw them from the window
yesterday, tumbled and heavy along
a fence, fully exploded, nodding
at the ground, hanging their heads but not
yet spoiled, I remembered
a summer (maybe seven years
ago, or was it ten?) I wasn’t sure
our love would come again,
and here I am, almost


kissing the grass like that,
bursting and rich, cracked
all over like broken cake–
makes you cry but still sweet.

And here’s another picture:
Peonies and June Grass

The grass in the foreground is a prairie grass called, appropriately, June Grass (Koeleria macrantha), I planted last spring and is now blooming for the first time. It’s even prettier than I expected.

Happy June! Happy weekend!