For a few short weeks the peonies bloom. And for those weeks I agonize over whether or not to spend $14 on an ephemeral blossom that makes me so very happy. Of course now, they’re at the bodega and not in the yard.
Which is why they are the most cherished gift.
When the tight bud opens and the clean, unmistakable fragrance fills the air, I think of cool grass under my childhood feet, and Christine Squires with her colorful, mid-century Italian metallic tumblers.