Our friends Betsy & Eric, along with their dog Churchill, came to dinner the other evening. Their host gift were these incredible stems of peony. Poetic is the word that lingers in my mind when it comes to describing this flower. To watch that tight bud unfold into layer after layer of bloom is really a magical thing. The season for peony is very short, so I don’t miss an opportunity to give or get a bunch whenever I can. I tend to like the simplicity of them solo, without any other flowers mixed in, which really let’s them be the star.