After days of "wait and see, wait and see," our red peonies burst into bloom. Their color is so luscious, you can feel it on your tongue.
But they are also an example of the most fleeting kinds of beauty for as soon as I plucked them and placed their stems in water, the petals began to drop off.
So what do you get when you add a small mound of red petals to a husband who never seems to run out of clever ideas? A petal-strewn walk from studio to house.
Yep, I think I'll keep him.
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