Every day, a photograph, a poem. The other day we walked by the neighbor’s house and stopped at their amazing garden, filled with giant peonies. My own peonies are small and often don’t even bloom. So these giant peonies were a sight to enjoy.
The next day, our neighbors brought us this lovely bouquet.
Pink petals brighten
the kitchen table— not mine:
a kind neighbor’s gift.Sheri Edwards
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart