Seriously

I know, right!

Stopped me dead in my tracks and gave Ava a minor case of whiplash as I u-turned on the back-road.

 "I want this one Mommy, the one that looks like a wedding dress!"  I am not even kidding you.  That's what she said.  And then, "These are my favorite and my best flowers."  That's why you're my favorite child honey.  Just kidding!

 I'll take them all!  "Mommy, I don't think they'll all fit in our car."  Dang you and your five year old logic!  Fine, I'll take a dozen.  Excuse me!  Oh, I guess I'll just leave my money in this rusty old coffee can.

 Can someone please get me a tent because I'm going to live here with the peonies.  "Mommy!  Get in the car, you're getting that crazy look in your eyes."  

 The smell still stops me dead in my tracks.  I can't get anything done if I'm in a ten foot radius of the dining room table.  I mean, come on people.  Calling these flowers is like calling monarch butterflies a bug.  It just doesn't do them justice.  

 I still haven't told you the best part...

 $2 a bunch from the little farmer out in Canby.  The one who grows the best sweet corn in the pacific northwest decided to plant some peonies in his garden. 

Which means todays eucharisteo is a measure of Eden in our dining room.