Me in my Peonies

A lovely friend said the reason Doug takes such sweet pictures of me is because of the way I soften when I look at him. Isn’t that special? (I am still too critical of my appearance. Raised with many judgments, I find it hard to accept my imperfections. The work of a lifetime). I do wish the Peonies were open but we snagged this when it presented itself… Missing the garden.