Sunday, May 12, 2013

Ephemera


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.


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