P E O N I E S
... cast a spell on flower lovers.
As long as I can remember, I remember my mother loving peonies. And, her mother loving peonies. Hydrangeas and peonies.
Now, my sister and I, are under the spell of peonies and hydrangeas and love them.
And, my aunts, cousins, and distant relatives twice-removed(?) loved peonies. All were under the spell of tissue petals that hang heavily, touching the grass, after a rain.
Actual relationships are now murky after so many years. So many are no longer alive. How was I related to those women? Are they relatives on Mother's side of the family or Daddy's side? I see their faces, can recall their names after pondering a moment, hear snatches of past conversations, but how were we related?
Regardless, they all loved peonies. My family has been under the peony spell for generations.