"One poem / per blossom is not enough / for a peony" --Ryumin
It's kind of ridiculous how these peonies make me so happy but they really do. I can't decide which ones I love the most, when they're still in tight buds waiting to open, or when they finally unveil themselves in all their wild and fluffy glory. Or maybe it's the in-between, when they are tenderly starting to bloom. I just love waking up to see what the blossoms look like each morning.