Grandma's Vase

And Peonies.

This is the better picture of the peonies.

This is the better picture of the vase.

I happened upon a blog a few weeks ago where the guy writing it 

was going to take a year and write a story about a different

item in his apartment each day.

He lived in a New York City apartment and by all estimates

with the knowledge the rest of the world has about the 

size of New York apartments, one would assume he 

would run out of things fast.

Uh, no, he had a shot of the whole apartment, 

he's probably set for a couple of years.

The concept intrigued me because as most people who know

me will tell you, just about everything in my life

has a story. 

Mom and Big said that if someone asked Grandpa what time 

it was he would tell them how to build a clock. 

I am happy to know I come by this naturally. 

As in, not my fault.

But I digress, I have some fun stories that I am just sure

the world needs me to impart and objects that invoke those

memories and stories. 

Visuals if you will!

But how quickly would this project turn into,

Lookey, Lookey, what I've got?

Or, 

Lookey, Lookey what I've got! 

Now come steal it?

So I will not be swiping that guy in New York's idea. 

This is, however, the long way of getting to that vase.

And the peonies.

The vase belonged to my grandmother and as I recall, 

she was big on putting lilacs in it. 

I had about 6 blooms on my lilac bushes this year.

Suppose I did something wrong in my pruning last year?

But my peonies are prolific!

Grandma and Big had massive peony bushes outside

their front door.

Peonies in that vase feel right.

Hmm, lead up to the story is bigger than the story.

There's a story there.....