Allow me to share a heartfelt journey from my farm upbringing in Saskatchewan, a place where cherished memories of "Mom's Peonies" forever bloom. Picture this: on either side of our front steps stood two grand peony bushes, exuding their timeless beauty. Peonies, to me, are a living tribute to my mother, holding an eternal place in the garden of my heart.

My mother, the cultivator of splendid flower beds, imparted the art of gardening to me. She graciously allowed me to 'assist' with her flower beds, even though my contribution might have been less than effective. I remember eagerly watering the plants only to be sidetracked by the allure of digging in the rich earth, collecting worms, and crafting mud pies. Throughout it all, my mother's patience and kindness never wavered; she always welcomed my 'help.'

In her loving and gentle way, my mother has taught me invaluable lessons in kindness, patience, and generosity. She has been not only a remarkable mother but also an unwavering friend who has supported me unconditionally. The wisdom and love I've gained from her are immeasurable, enough to fill the pages of a book. I carry with me a deep sense of gratitude for the cherished memories we've created and for the adventures that await on our shared journey.

"Mom's Peonies" is a heartfelt tribute to the love, wisdom, and boundless warmth of a mother's embrace. It's a celebration of the enduring connection between family and the lessons that bloom in the garden of our hearts.