I wait all year for the chance to paint the peonies of my garden. This season seems extra short to get these beauties painted, with multiple storms abs heavy rain to weigh them down. These are the original variety that my grandmother planted, abs I've moved it to multiple beds around the yard, and it never disappoints! The bees were buzzing and the big black ants were climbing, and the smell was heavenly indeed! Painting number 4891 in 4891 days.
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