Bl-e-e-e-ch!

Today was one of those days when everything that could go wrong did go wrong.  That crazy old woman and her foggy brained memory did me in.  But I survived.  Needing a "pick-me-up", David cut me one of the peonies from the front garden.  This is the one peony that we have actually planted ourselves since moving in, and is a beautiful shell pink.  The others were here when we arrived and are dark red.  I love the look of the delicate pink flowers, but their life span is so short during these hot humid days.  This bloom would have been brown and ugly by tomorrow, but now I have it with me for ever.