What to call this post?

As you all know, I very rarely write on this blog, for lots of reasons (email me and I'll tell you), but this post warrants one, well, because .  Peonies were my grandmother's favorite.  My grandmother who died of breast cancer three months before I was born.  I have always, always loved peonies.  If I could redo my wedding, it would include them. And, my grandfather was an apple farmer and artist, too.  I should've asked him more questions when he was alive.

I love to grow things.  And, this is the first year in ten years of my gardening career (various gardens) that I have had enough peonies to cut for a bouquet.  And the first year I have had enough strawberries to bake something--strawberry rhubarb crumble (yum.).... Alas, the apple tree will probably only have a few apples this year.

Sometimes art needs to be explained in order for the depth of a work to be understood. Okay, mom and aunties, you may all start crying now.   And if you desire a print, let me know, and I'll get some made.  Love to all.