peonies are ridiculous.
they're completely over-the-top, all that excess frill and fuss, and in the most obnoxious shades of pink. i cannot, for the life of me, figure out why i am so crazy about them.
maybe it's the way they smell like peaches, all summery warmth and honey.
perhaps it's their enthusiasm, the way those rosy fists explode into silky poms with a heft that makes their thin stems tremble and bow.
maybe it's 'cause God does ruffles like no one i know.
whatever it is, they win me over every time.
speaking of blooming, we had quite the time at kindergarten round-up. elle has proclaimed school 'awesome. they have good juice.'
while her brothers are counting down the days till summer, she can't wait for august and the start of her educational career.
(dear elle's kindergarten teacher, whoever you are: you may want to get a LOT of rest this summer.)
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more sweet shots at darcy's.
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