A cold front moved in yesterday. The temperature dropped 20 degrees in two hours. Despite the external relief, it is becoming clear that my brain has not recovered from being parboiled for two weeks. You know the usual rants: Typepad ate my post, I can't knit worth a damn, I've ripped the same row three times, and the only thing left is to clean the shower.
Maybe that's why I garden. Despite the deer, the voles, and the poorly timed precipitation (either too much or too little), there is always something to see. Here is the big picture:
This is Paeonia lactiflora 'Dawn Pink' from Songsparrow Farms.
She always manages to take my breath away in mid-June.
This is a closer look at a more utilitarian aspect of peony culture:
Bed and breakfast. He slept through the entire photo shoot, including me running into the house to get the camera.
There will be knitting later.