It's still exciting to see them get ready for their big show, all fat and pregnant down there near the Norwegian pine. Then one day they burst and we stop and remark and take long admiring looks at them, and wish they could stay a little longer. They never do, of course, but this year's visit was especially brief, what with the wind and the rain taking over most of the late, late spring show. Today's morning shower left fresh drops on our departing pink peonies, a tearful apology for the shortened stay.
