...you get such beautiful bouquets. When they open it's like they're made out of paper. Unfortunately they do not last very long. One of my earliest memories involves peonies. One of our neighbors we had while I was growing up, Mrs. Schroeder, had a whole driveway lined with peony bushes. She wrote this cute little poem and brought me a bouquet when I had my tonsils out. I don't remember exactly how old I was, but a sweet memory!
Another sweet memory was this old shoe. Several generations of my grandfathers were shoemakers. I'm not sure if this is one of their creations, but my mom had this shoe and always had flowers in it. It brightened my day when I found it the other day. I added some peonys and it sits in my kitchen windowsill.