In amazement, I watched the opening of a famer’s market peony from a tight ball to a wide blossom, and after a couple days of it’s beauty brightening up my living room, I brought it outside and captured it’s radiant pink petals. With a slight tinge of regret, knowing that it would probably be the end of the bloom, I let the cool breeze embrace flower in the ten minutes the “portrait” session lasted. Sure enough, the next morning the petals had sadly fallen to the floor, but not without leaving behind a happy memory.