As much as I enjoy the dahlias that follow, saying goodbye to the peonies almost feels like acknowledging the beginning of the end of summer. The warm sunny days slip away before you know it. Like the single pink petal that falls without notice, only to be followed in the blink of the eye by the rest of the bloom.
We celebrated the last peonies with a Blue and White brunch, where they held the center of attention. Just a little sneak peak today, with more to come when I can get some more photos from my "staff photographers" - AKA my lovely guests.
What's your favorite summer flower?