The peony is almost out of season.
I love this flower. It has layers of petals and to watch them slowly unfold brings contentment. My life is so simple that I’m entertained by watching peonies open before my eyes. 🙂
A nearby store carries them, but supply is getting low, so I bought what they had.
When I woke up the next day and walked by the coffee table, I stopped and stared.
They had burst open during the night.
The store offers a 5 day guarantee on flowers. If they don’t open properly you can return them.
I found the receipt, placed them in a bag and took them back to the store. The florist remembered me from the day before.
She didn’t have any fresh peonies, but suggested I take a look around. Nothing screamed, ‘take me home’, so I went to a cashier for the return.
That was a first. Returning dead flowers.
That’s another level of a beautiful life. Knowing what doesn’t belong and to lovingly send it back.