If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.
My morning was off to a good start. I had finished a chunk of work by 8am and just needed some coffee so I could start reading the pile of end-of-semester papers when my fella informed me that we're out of coffee. I just don’t understand how that could be but figured I would simply take a short walk to get a cup of coffee… but the walk passes the garden center and there was the most gorgeous peony. The Chinese name for the peony is sho yu which means almost beautiful. *Almost*??? The flower symbolizes prosperity and beauty and you often see them in wedding bouquets.
I decided that I had to buy the peony but then there were some fox gloves… and well, I did need a hanging basket for the front street light… and, I am supporting local growers.
But seriously, it took me about an hour to purchase and plant my new friends and my mood has elevating dramatically… not that I was in a bad mood but still.
This is my first peony. I tried to grow them from bulbs last year but they didn’t sprout. I have always loved the peony and its origin story. Paeon was the Greek physician of the gods. He is mentioned in both the Iliad and the Odyssey.
Originally he was a student of Asclepius, the Greek god of medicine and healing. When Asclepius became jealous of him, Zeus saved Paeon by turning him into the peony flower. Oh those Greek gods! I like to think of Paeon as a small peony with a tiny head in the center :p
Around this time six years ago, I packed up my life and moved into a tiny apartment with a tiny balcony. That tiny balcony felt like a tree house since there were trees all around. I started gardening there. Now that I am in a townhouse, my garden is much bigger than the balcony garden but still small in comparison to those with homes larger than a townhouse. And today I get to grow plants in the ground and not just pots… but I’ll always be fond of those first days of freedom and dreams. Those flowers reminded me of who I always was and they changed my world reminding me that sometimes it’s better to walk away and start again.
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