Planet45 was once a farm. Rumors swirl: horse farm, goose farm. Maybe pasture. Certainly at some point in the last few hundred years something was planted and grown and harvested, this the conclusion of the conservation agent who dug deep trenches in order to determine the line for the encroaching (and human-produced) wetlands.
Peonies bloom shortly before the solstice. I have fantasies about growing lots of peonies. Not being a gardener I find the presence of such exotic flowers in my yard to be proof of divine intervention, because I have no idea how one plants them and grows them. They are just here, blossoms the size of softballs, wildly fragrant. If I smelled like these flowers I would lose my reputation, what there is of it, but on these flowers it is gorgeous and sensual and tropical.
