The bud has finally burst, and the fragrance wafts across the yard -- reminding me of all those peonies that my grandfather tended in his neat and tidy little backyard in Chicago.
My son, then about 4 years old, was being his wild self right at bedtime. I said, "no more monkey business!" in my best stern-mom voice, and he looked me gleefully in the eye and declared, "infinity more monkeys!"
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Beautiful. This has been such a gratifying and romantic Season of Peonies, and I cannot get enough of them!
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