I love peonies. The scent alone brings me straight back to my childhood in New York. We had a large peony bush in the backyard. Each spring when the giant pink poofs blossomed, I would pick them and hold the soft petals to my nose and inhale the sweet scent. It was a fragrance that promised of days at the lake, backyard barbecues and playing tag until the sun went down.
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