Yesterday, peonies. I think of a dear friend who adores the voluminous flower, and of Jane Kenyon, who writes, 'These are not Protestant work-ethic flowers. They loll about in gorgeousness; they live for art, they believe in excess... They seem like the diva in her dressing gown after the opera - still glistening, but spent.'
Photo: Peonies in a painter's home, Masterton, New Zealand
Text: Excerpt from 'The Moment of Peonies' in the book,
'A Hundred White Daffodils' by Jane Kenyon (1947-1995)
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