In the top left corner of the front yard of the Little Bitty in the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood, the oh-so-fast cycle of our proud peony has moved past middle age.
Soft pink petals, only days from their manic fuchsia, whisper with the gentle morning breeze that stirs some still colorful brethren a high.
My dear wife Karen has a word for this late spring demise.
“Kabloom,” she describes, succinctly.
Is it worth it, this sadly short period of pungent scent and startling color stolen from our senses with less than a week to enjoy it?
Why, yes, I’d say. I do believe it is.
What’s your favorite shortie? How long does it last? What’s better for you, the anticipation or the reality?