For Christmas this year, I decided to treat myself to fresh flowers. Years ago I convinced myself that a fresh bouquet every single week on the kitchen table would become a part of regular “life” for me. As it turns out, “life” has not yet played that card. I’m still waiting.
For now, fresh flowers are a very special occasion. Very special to me.
Everyone loves the smell of roses, of course. Recognizable, refreshing and comforting all at the same time. Peonies, on the other hand, possess a more extravagant trait – giant, bombastic, extraordinary. The aroma of the peony is still rather delicate, but emanates more excitement. Needless to say, peonies are some of my favorite blooms.
I love freesia as well. Nothing replicates the peak sweet aroma of the ever so slight freesia.
I treated myself to both – and we accented with a Christmastime classic, amaryllis. Deep garnet red amaryllis.
The peonies have utterly exploded into bursts of glorious joy!