Thursday - Spring
We have hit upon one of my favorite points in spring - the blooming of the peonies. When I lived in Columbus and was attending vet school, I lived in a house that had a garden bed of peonies planted behind the garage. Pink peonies. Dark-red peonies. Delicate white peonies tipped in pale pink. When I had to leave that house, I attempted to dig up starts and brought them to Harrison. I planted them near the back deck, at the back door, and in the fence row. Zelda, in her eccentric doggy way, would meditate under the heavy blooms or sit with a delicate bud held gently in her mouth. Now, the only color I have is pink...though I guess you can't appreciate that from the photo above. The plants by the deck did not survive the deep shadow that was created when the spruce trees grew. The plants at the fence row got mowed over one-too-many times. But the plant at the side door to the garage explodes each spring still: h...
