Call me a geek, but when I look at a peony, I can’t help but think that I’m watching the garden equivalent of the Big Bang. It’s stellar. It’s creation. It’s a miracle.
There it sits at the end of its stem, matter contained in a small globe as the pressure builds until a rift appears — a small hint of the wonder to come.
With each day, subtle change ripple across the surface.
Rain is the peony’s arch enemy, but at this stage of birth, beads of water just add to the awe.
And then, BOOM!
When you look closely, you can practically see the flames of its heart.
And just when you think it can’t possibly open any more, the peony seems to stretch to fill its whole universe.