I think my favourite spring perennial is the peony, especially a heavenly scented frilly double.
There are couple not in bloom yet and one is a first year plant that is too young to flower. As much as I like peonies in the garden, they are a must to bring inside for bouquets or on a tea table outside.
Over the kitchen sink is ideal too.
I have other photos from the garden for this week but I think sharing my peonies are enough and I'll leave you with this poem.
This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart as the sun rises
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers
and they open–pools of lace, white and pink
and all day the black ants climb over them
boring their deep and mysterious holes into the curls, craving the sweet sap
taking it away to their dark, underground cities
and all day under the shifty wind, as in a dance to the great wedding
the flowers bend their bright bodies, and tip their fragrance to the air
and rise, their red stems holding all that dampness and recklessness gladly and lightly
and there it is again–beauty the brave, the exemplary, blazing open.
On the weekend I had the pleasure of meeting another blogger and this time it was Wendy from September Violets. We had a great time antiquing at the antique market in Innisfil where I live. Wendy found some treasures but nothing caught my eye. Afterwards we nipped over to Tim Horton's to have some lunch and a leisurely chat. It always amazes me how one can meet another person for the first time and feel so at ease, it's as if you've known each other all along. Of course we do through our blogs but the atmosphere changes when you're face to face.
We exchanged gift bags and I love the pretty mug mat and flower Wendy crafted for me.
I took them outside for my afternoon tea one day with a homemade blueberry muffin to photograph in the teahouse beside the pond. Thank you again Wendy, the mug mat sits beside my computer now.
Happy Gardening, Take Time for Afternoon Tea!