I feel like I wait for this moment all year long.  

This moment.

When my peony bush is in full bloom. 

And the yard and the house are filled with the most amazing scent.

Currently the whites are outdoing themselves.

And in the next few days the pinks I transplanted from my parent’s yard should open. For the first time. In three years.

That's a long wait.

But perhaps that is all part of the charm and the allure that is the Peony.