Some folks out there are of the opinion that flower pictures are banal and have even developed allergies to them. Yes, it's true that one can see so many floral photos that eyes start to water, the lungs gets stuffy, wheezing kicks in, uncontrollable sneezing fits explode from the nose, and an unshakeable feeling of extreme fatigue takes over after too much digital exposure to our fine-petalled friends. That said, grab your handkerchiefs and inhalers everyone because have I got some sneeze fodder for you.
We have a peony bush near our back door and, I ask you, how could I possibly pass by this peony puss without giving her a close-up?
Of course, her big sister wanted to get in on the act. (We know all about sibling rivalry, don't we Saj?)
Baby Face takes centre stage and mugs for the camera again.
How about a family photo?
Of course, in every family there's got to be one big show-off who tries to hog all the attention.
But I think there's plenty to be said for the quiet, unassuming relative who humbly takes her place and goes about her life in her own modest way.
I would like to dedicate this posting to my own dear real sister, Carmenooch, who celebrated a birthday recently. She and I get along like two pods in a peony patch. (Your gift is in the mail and may contain slight traces of peanut butter from my sticky fingers!)