The months of hibernation are over. Our garden is a riot of color. It is difficult to believe my luck, but the last three mornings have found me roaming the grounds, shears in hands, collecting heavenly scented, soft petaled peonies. Pinks, whites, reds, feathered, anemone crowned, hundred proliferates, and more each day. I am aghast and delighted at this bounty.

Each main room of the house has its own bunch, and I even used a handful as practice for a wedding bouquet. If only they would have waited another month…ah well.

Oh, and let’s not forget the rest of my beauties. Like the purple/pink climbing rose that swarms over the hedge, the base so thick it must be ancient.

Have I mentioned this hedge? It is one of my pride and joys. A ridiculous assortment of plant species, filled in without rhyme or reason by various proprietors over the 100+ years our house has been standing. It towers over one side of the property, offering the delights of hazelnuts to the squirrels, nesting grounds for the birds (hummingbirds!), and flowers for the bees.

And honeysuckle for my nose.

The rest of the yard is no less replete with floral decor.

We are blessed.