the miracle of a peony.
these beauties are entirely reliant on humungous black ants that scurry around and eat the outer shell of tough leafy-ness in order to reveal the wonderous flower. even transported in plastic baggies from my mom’s impressive collection to brooklyn - they continue to amaze me.
how completely perfect each one seems - rich and extravagant and full of lush life.
did you say peony body butter? damn.
