This Thing She Does

 peony

peony

This was my date for coffee yesterday afternoon. She doesn't say much but that is fine by me. She listens well, smells good and is pretty. Sometimes that is all I want from a companion. Did I mention that she is loyal too? Even the harshest of Winters do not keep her hiding in my heavy clay soil when Spring turns up. I don't know how long she has resided in my backyard - she was waiting for me when I got here. She has been moved, divided and shared and has always done this. This perfect thing she does without fail. As far as I know she has never taken a year off. Has never decided to "skip it" this time around. I suspect she would do this even if she thought no one would bother to notice. Most days I forget to think about her at all, but for the ten days that she is doing this... I can hardly think of anything else.