A bouquet of peonies graced my kitchen today. Whenever their scent wafted over to me on the breeze, I thought of Mom-Eva. She loved peonies and would often gather bouquets of them from the peony bushes in her garden. I can picture her going over to their generous blooms, breathing in deeply and exclaiming, "Oh, these peonies make the whole world smell good!" I thought of Mom also because yesterday would have been her seventy-third birthday.
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