June 11, 2017

Day 162

Growing up, we had peonies in our yard, this exact shade of pink.  My Mom would let me cut some and put in a vase on the kitchen table.  Inevitably, the ants would crawl out of them.  She never really got too excited or fussy about them exiting the flowers, all over her table.  She just dealt with the chaos, as any mom with 5 children would; she rolled with it.  When my peonies bloom, I always think of Mom, and the ants.