We made a little trip to our favorite farm last weekend. Ryan rode his bike out, while I followed with the car.
After the long ride, Ryan was hungry and indulged in a Zenner's sausage and a beer by Captured By Porches. Then, we grabbed a pair of shears and headed out to cut peonies. Ryan took over photographer duties so that I could choose my flowers.
If we'd been married in June, instead of September, I would've had a bouquet of peonies...A day or two after bringing these lovelies home, most had opened their petals. Don't they look a bit like a row of can-can dancers? And, they smell divine. Ah, peonies...