peony

This is the welcome home peony; it's blooming right at this very minute at the end of the driveway.  I'm not so sure about everything tonight and the peony reminds me of sweetness, sweet old ladies named Flora,

and rows of cottages by the ocean all named after flowers, and how one time I tried to dye my grumpy Tibetan dog's hair a rainbow of colors by rubbing petals on him.

I picked some of the cilantro for dinner tonight.  I ate already.  Charlie will be here for dinner once he's done driving the schooner, Surprise -- I think.