Peonies, evening

On a humid evening, the fragrance of these peonies under our front window is so intense, it's almost unbearable.

I love peonies. I shall never tire of them (though you might).

Another bunch in morning light.

Tree peony in the back garden.

This blip is dedicated to my our beloved friend Tuscany who passed away suddenly and whose marvellous blips and heart-warming comments will be greatly missed. Rest in peace, dear Molly. There'll never be another like you. You always loved my dark flower shots, so this one's for you.