My favourite flower is probably the peony and I say “probably” because part of me thinks it’s ridiculous to favour one perfect creation over the other – like who doesn’t like a rose or a perfectly skirted tulip?
See, I tried to capture the peony’s loveliness but my camera failed me (once again). This particular peony was being courted by a striped knight when I took this picture. He was lost inside her; deep within the golden centre of her loveliness.
For some truly exceptional pics of peonies and other flowers visit this blog. Beautiful, right?
Anyway I love peonies. I read about them in Africa – long before I crossed the equator on my way north.
I came across them in a book and I am sure the book was Memoirs Of A Geisha.
I read about their exquisite lushness before I actually saw one and before I could pronounce “peonies”. I would read them as “pee-oh-nees” and then one day in conversation with an American friend of mine, Tracey, I said ‘I love those fluffy-looking, pom-pom flowers. Y’know pee-oh-nees” and my friend frowned so hard her face cracked into a grimace.
‘No,’ she said,’not “pee-oh-nees” but “pee-a-nees” with a soft ‘ah” sound.’
But then I came to Canada. And everyone I know here pronounces it as “pee-nees”.
I don’t know if it matters really. I just know I love peonies. I ❤ peonies so much I’ve been working on a poem. In it I hope to describe something of their exotic appeal and satin-like loveliness and how when I’m near them, I fall in love all over again with life.
Do you have a favourite flower? Is such a thing possible?