Tree peony in my garden.
As I mentioned last year I have no recollection of planting this tree peony. I am in awe and delight in the absolute perfection of its blooms. As I look at this plant trying to remember when I bought it, why I planted it where I did, it reminds me of a very sad time. It seems as if there is a wall around my memory of that time; a wall protecting me.
I do remember the kindness, love, laughter, and joy that Peter’s friends and co-workers gave him during his last days. I remember the nurse that sang to him at night when he could not sleep. I remember how the nurses often commented on the richness of Peter’s spirit.
I remember my brother of the before time.
The peony comforts me in its beauty.
The peony is named after Paeon or Paean, a student of Asclepius, the Greek god of medicine and healing.
Gardening on the East Coast.