These stunning peonies are close to my heart. A few weeks after Brynlee was born, my mom came to my house with three blush pink peonies from a local farm and then held my baby for a couple hours so Ryan and I could get out of the house together. Since then, every spring I've bought peonies from the same lovely peony lady who grows these beauties in her garden. The window for blooming peonies is really short here in Northern California, just a few weeks, so I'm always sure to get some every Tuesday farmer's market.
Soft white and pink colors are very in right now, but I find myself drawn to these vivid burgundy and orange flowers. It's funny because the colors of my life feel very soft these days. There's something in my heart that's been gently, ever so gently, asking me to slow down, to soften up the edges. Something in my gut that's nudging me toward slowness, a new space.
A two-year old who's going through an extra-attached-to-mama phase. Soften.
A friendship I knew I had to end. Soften.
Two cancer diagnosis in my extended family with unknown prognoses. Soften.
A question mark in my career field where I used to know an exclamation point. Soften.
A tug on my heart toward a new venture, something I've wanted to do since my first Constitutional Government class in community college. Soften.
One of my favorite authors suddenly passed away, leaving behind two babies and so much beautiful work left to do. Time to soften.
The blooming season of these beautiful flowers is very defined. A few weeks in April and May. They bring the most stunning beauty to my home for a short period of time and then they hide away until next year. Blooming is a season. Blooming isn't year-round. There are the times when I need to rest, to look inside, to soften those edges and take the expectations down a notch and I know those times will only make the next bloom more vibrant.
For now, I'll leave the vibrant colors to these NorCal beauties. You can find me here.
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