I spied one through a restaurant window while Fatty and I were walking the streets of New York. My initial thought was one of disbelief. Really? A peony? It's not the right season. And then it hit me like a thunderbolt. Of course! It came from the other side of the equator where it is the right season.
Since then, I have been on the lookout close to home without any luck. And then yesterday, there they were! Peonies in December! They instantly made my day brighter. Happening upon them was one in a string of little things that made for a great day: sparkly silver shoes, meeting with good friends, a mini chocolate cupcake, a pretty gift, the peonies, getting all the presents mailed off, finishing the shopping. I still have quite a bit to do, but if it is the peonies in December that make me feel festive, well then, thank you universe for that.