This is a first for me…I have long admired the gorgeous entries into Styling the Seasons and how it highlights the slow journey from one season to the next. There is the tendency for me to linger over the things I love about one particular season; to be nostalgic and to delay the onset of time. Yet I have discovered that in noticing the beauty in each, that I have savoured and enjoyed the moments more. Embracing the growth and change that moves one month and season into the next.
I usually mourn the loss of the petals on our cherry blossom; but this year, as they faded and fell, I noticed how the lilac trees bloomed. And as the lilacs browned, that the lavender and elderflower began to burst. The newness of one flower marks the fading of those before.
June brings the rose. The peony. The queen of the roses in my opinion. The furls of petals, tightly closed at first, which then blossom into a ball of pink fluffiness and lightness which, at their simplest, just make me smile. Make me marvel at the small beauties of the world. Lift my eyes and make me wonder. I love how these small beauties lift my soul and point to something greater. It’s these little wonders which point me to the glories of the God I believe in. Maybe just me.
So, the peonies…I couldn’t resist. I just took too many photos. I love them in my house and how they were a part of Father’s Day cards, of a birthday party and simply a softening of our home.
They don’t need dressed up or styled…they are just simply, at their heart, the most beautiful of things.