This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready to break my heart as the sun rises,

Peonies are one of my most favorite flowers out there.  Alongside mimosa, helleborus, dogwood blossoms, checkered frittilaria... the list can go on and on.  However today is for the peony.

I think the only thing I dislike about my home is that I have no garden space.  Should there be some I would grow so many varieties of these beauties.  Yellow are one of my favorites, and last year I bought my Mom "High Noon" from Cricket Hill Gardens for Mother's Day.  I've also begun my daydream of retiring one day to a peony farm raising tree and herbaceous varieties.

Every spring there are always a few blooms of these beauties resting in bud vases around our home.  I want someone to find me the true peony fragrance that I can wear.  Something so true and pure filled with natural herbs and botanicals that Victorian ladies used to wear.

Their beauty and short season has them associated with many myths.  They've cured diseases and lured forlorned lovers.  The traditional floral symbol of China has portrayed them into many forms of art including lavish tapestries and beautiful paintings.  They're simply exquisite.

I'm really excited that they're now more available at the market.  You're going to be seeing a lot of them this year in deliveries, bridal bouquets and centerpieces.  I can't wait to see them all!

Sunday's musings

This morning I woke up incredibly and ridiculously excited.  There are 36 million ideas in my head bursting around.  I'm so excited to MAKE things.  We're talking layering and textures and creamy glass and fabric and of course, flowers.  I wish I could design fabric for a living.  That's my next goal.  After I open a printmaking studio and buy that perfect barn to use an an event space.   There are too many things to do.  For example I was researching bogs the other day after reading about one in Estonia.  Did you know that Illinois has it's own bog?  We're going to check it out in October when everything is fading into hibernation and a little bit creepy (In honor of Halloween.., we're also watching horror movies every Sunday leading up to the 31st.., each week a little scarier than the last.  Maybe I'll hide plastic spiders in the popcorn).

In addition to bogs I've been thinking about farmer's market bouquets.  With cabbage and herbs and other delicious edibles.

But first things first before all that.  Tonight is Sunday Date Night  with that cute guy I like hanging out with (he not only brings me the crossword but makes me cucumber water, too) & we're scrapping that picnic for the carnival!  Yes, ferris wheel, here we come!  Ready for a kiss on the top!  And the ring toss!  And balloon pop!  Hot damn, we know how to have fun.