Smells Like Summer

This weekend I picked up a bunch of pale pink peonies from Trader Joe's.

They are just starting to open up. I have them in the kitchen, so I get to pass them fairly often. I can't help but stick my nose into the blooms and breathe deeply. They smell like June is suppose to smell.

My mother's house used to have 5-6 peony plants along the driveway. They'd topple over, their blooms were so big and heavy. Their scent takes me right back to soft, warm June evenings. The kind of evening where everything feels green and lush. The grass is baby soft under your feet. You can hear the crickets and frogs chirping at each other. It's the time of day where twilight seems to last forever. And you hate to go back inside.

I miss those Connecticut June nights.