One of my favorite parts of my neighbourhood in the city are all the wonderfully lush gardens. My neighbours tend to them and take great care all year long. With so much rain this spring, everything has come out into these incredible blooms.
Most notably are these pink peonies. I was gobsmacked the moment I turned the corner and saw them.
This flower was bigger than my spread out hand…and it wasn’t even the largest bloom!
For me, I find that different flowers remind me of certain people in my life. Lily of the Valley will always be my Poppa. Forget-Get-Me-Nots recall the memories of a friend who’s life was tragically cut short.
And peonies are my late boss – an incredible man who taught me just as much about life as he did about being in this business. He passed away almost two years ago and I cannot look at a peony without thinking of him.
But despite the fact that all of these people are gone, I don’t get sad when I see these flowers. I get happy.
Happy to have known them.
Happy for the good memories we had.
Happy to still have a reminder of them that will blossom every spring.
