Many years ago, I consulted on a project down in Montgomery, Alabama, y'all. It made for a novel and interesting life experience, plus while it lasted this yankee made a point of frequently eating some of the best fried chicken ever. Another team member had been sent down from Arkansas — one of those lovely southern ladies who spoke in a honey dipped drawl. Early on, she commented on how she missed being home because her payOHnees were blooming.
I had never heard of these, or so I thought until it dawned on me she was talking about peonies. Her way of saying the word was so odd. And infectious. For a while there, I said the word as she did, with the funny front vowel and accent on the middle syllable. Fortunately that did not last! I had forgotten all about payonees until today as I was painting, and the memory brought a smile to my face. And now you know the thought behind the title of my painting today. Enjoy!
Payonee Resplendent |
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