Sunday, May 12, 2013
Last year in April I begged a flower shop on Henry Street to sell me some full blown peonies like this, so I could take them to my mom in her hotel in Manhattan. She was leaving the next day, and I wanted her to see these flowers at their extravagant and fleeting best...
The shop refused.
Clearly, I have not forgotten!
I wish my mom could smell these - they are a lot like the roses that hang over the doorway, and where, just a few minutes ago, I saw a hummingbird hover for a few seconds before it darted away, as we sat eating our breakfast and drinking our coffee in the sun.