every year, since we bought this little house, there have been two things that I wait for every year to bloom. Like a child gazing out the bedroom window, slowing down when pulling out of the side street. And then, almost over night there they are. It starts with the Poppies, which only last a week. And like clock work, as the last bright, eye shocking oriental orange petal blows down the street, or floats away in the last of the May showers, the Peonies appear, erupting from their tight little pale pink balls, releasing the most wonderful scent. The Poppies are almost gone, and i can hardly wait until tomorrow morning to see what appears.