Peonies are a ravishing flower. R-A-V-I-S-H-I-N-G!
My first encounter with this luscious, sexy flower was one hot, miserable day on 42nd Street in New York City (NYC).
Too much concrete and asphalt. Too much sun. Too many cars and honking horns. Too many people. Too much everything.
In my desperate rush to escape the madness that is NYC city streets and get back to the quiet haven of my hotel room, the beauty of this flower stopped me stone, cold dead in my tracks.
I was transfixed — yes, transfixed by the stunning beauty of this flower.
I still am. It is undoubtedly my favorite flower.
And it reminded me then and reminds now that beauty is everywhere if we slow down and look, even outside a little grocery store on a corner of 42nd Street in NYC.
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