Via email, I’m offered a division of a giant “butter yellow” peony. Oh, in this gray-upon-gray end of October, such a radiant promise of tender blossoms.
A piece of the Bartzella will be coming our way. Roots and dried stalks = creamy petals.
This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers…
From Mary Oliver’s “Peonies”