So, Mama had these gorgeous, massive peonies growing in the corner of the backyard. When my sister graduated from college and moved home, we had a lovely dinner party to celebrate, and the tables were graced with the lovely flowers. They lasted quite a while, wilting very slowly. I thought they’d last forever, and perhaps they would have, if they only had legs and could run away from the power of my exuberant brother’s arms. See, peonies are kind of fragile and, sadly, we lost the wounded peonies soon after Zach finished talking with his arms.