21 June 2011

a confession



I picked my neighbor's flowers - one thing I distinctly remember being instructed not to do as a child. These peonies are so beautiful, I just couldn't pass them by. I feel a slight twinge of guilt when I turn to admire them. Surely the keepers of their garden will never notice... There were plenty of other blooms left.

Does it make it worse that I took them in the dark?