Why Peonies?

The first bud of 2026 - she is a white Sarah Bernhardt with a deep purple trim around the bottom layers.

Peonies feel like little love notes from the earth - all of those soft petals, layered like fragile silk. Pink, white, cream, coral, red - the color doesn’t matter. They don’t rush developing their beauty in the spring. When the world begins to get warm and finally wake up again after a long, cold winter peonies begin to bloom - starting with tiny little buds that seem unsure of themselves, until one morning they burst open, seemingly overnight. Watching this transformation seems like witnessing a new beginning: gentile, brave, and unapologetically beautiful, each one coming into its own life. Our lives, I’m finding, is a lot like that, too. We spend seasons (sometimes years) tucked in, self protecting, growing quietly, until we reach the moment when we are ready to bloom - full and taking up space without saying sorry for it. Peonies remind me that beauty doesn’t have to shout, and neither does growth. Starting fresh can be as soft and sweet as a petal catching that first glow of morning sunlight or those small drops of rain.

Life, too, can be grown in the right conditions. What conditions are you watering your life in right now?