Molly the lolly
A thick grey fog embraced Cà Rossa this morning, my mood was already as grey and blurred as the weather when I watched the garden through the window. Suddenly a ray of light passed across the clouds and pointed a round pale yellow flower in the garden. There was a kind of miracle going on: the lollipop shaped paeonia mlokosewitschii buds opened.
Ethereal and smaller than what I expected but simply beautiful. I lingered there in admiration for a little while. I didn’t know this flower is scented too. It smells like clover and cinnamon, there’s something sweet and something bitter in its aroma, just like I like it.
I have a soft spot for simple yellow, white or green flowers but this one here somehow represent perfection to me. That crimson curled ribbon at the center, just to let you now it’s a girl, dusty yellow stamens gathered around her and all wrapped with pale origami paper, just sprinkled with dew. How could I not change my mood seeing such a beauty?