Over the weekend I spent some time with a dear friend I haven’t seen in far too long. (both of our lives have been too busy for our own good!) But our visit was sweet and perfect.
As we parked for dinner at our favourite local Chinese restaurant, there was a bed full of freshly bloomed peonies. I stopped to take a couple of photos…like this one:
Of course we spoke about my history of peonies and my love of them. (My mother used to have them. I remember how the ants crawled on them and we’d “ew and ah” over them as the magically opened up over the days of lingering sunlight….)
Today, my dear friend texted me to find out if the plants in her new home’s flowerbed were weeds. She informed me that she was cleaning out her beds and was going to plant a peony in my honour. She wanted to know what colour I wanted.
I was touched so deeply by this gesture. So sweet. So simple. So very genuine and touching.
I may have lost my dream garden this past year, but I now know that there will be a little piece of me living with one of my best friends.
It’s a moment that MUST be shared. It’s a moment of friendship, of love, of respect and understanding.
