The greatest gift the pandemic gave me (other than a hybrid work schedule) was the ability to watch my garden come to life right before my eyes when Spring rolls around.
Oh sure, I'd come home and maybe be surprised that something had bloomed because I wasn't here to notice when the buds started appearing.
But during lockdown, I was able to look up from my work to notice that buds were forming on the rose bushes. Or that the iris was getting ready to push out their beautiful blooms. Or that the peonies were on the cusp of sharing their beauty.
Quick aside - how do you pronounce peony? I (and Merriam Webster) pronounce it pee-UH-nee; but others in my circle insist on pee-OH-nee. Just curious. You can say it however you want; but I maintain that mine (and Merriam's) pronouncement is the correct one
Last week, I vented my frustration to my husband at the fact I needed to go into the office at all that week because my favorite peony was THIS close to blooming. Geez, you would think that alone would be a valid excuse to stay home. Not according to HR, sadly.
Though one bloom did open before I got home on Thursday, it wasn't fully open. But I clipped it and brought it in for me to admire every time I walked by the kitchen counter.
|It literally takes my breath away.
I am pleased to report there are even more blooms just waiting to burst out and share their beauty with me. And it's official, I AM OBSESSED with this plant.