A Memory of Garden Peonies

I saw a pretty garden today full of pink peonies. It brought back a sweet memory of my mother's garden. I can still see us in her beautiful garden trimming. Later, we would sit in the shade admiring our work . . . the softest of pink heavy flowers that droop down- butterflies flutter ___________________ June 29, 2020 Poetry/Haibun/A Memory of Garden Peonies Copyright Protected, ID 20-1263-960-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Written for the contest, A Memory Sponsor, Line Gauthier Honorable Mention