It has been over a day now and,
Her presence is still with me,
Like fog on a Spring morning.
I named her Elizabeth because
She was so regal and steady.
Standing up perfectly straight.
Holding her head high. alone and fearless.
A single double bloom fully exposed to the light.
Her sister Peonies in the garden
Where she lived, were yet unborn,
But getting ready to emerge.
Here was Elizabeth for all the world to see,
Standing firm, giving off her stunning presence
In cotton candy Pink.
She was very brave for being so young.
Adorned with ruffled edges,
Quivering with an intoxicating scent.
I stood amazed at her strength and beauty.
How brave she was to be the first
to reveal herself.
She was not afraid of her vulnerability.
I tried to take this wonder in
As an indelible memory for my old age.
For but a few moments
In a lifetime of moments,
Elizabeth allowed me to
Enjoy her accomplishments.
I came home excited and relayed my experience
Of visiting with Elizabeth, to the Peonies
That are not yet blooming at High Meadow.
They loved hearing about it all and I know
They felt inspired.
I, myself, am nothing but grateful for this
New addition to my garden memories.
Written by: Eileen Summerville
For Lisa Douglas
On visiting Hedgerow Garden/Farm
April 17th, 2021