Tuesday, April 15, 2014
April 15, 2014
Misty dawn. One of my tree peonies is about to burst forth pinkish white. Who said transplanted peonies won’t bloom? Turbulent night. Restless. Many dreams. Calmed by strolling the yard at dawn, taking in the violets and dogwoods and the redbuds and the peonies and the one scarlet tulip.
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