My mother tells me that my great grandmother would cut the peonies from her garden and save them to take to the cemetery for Memorial Day. I am not so skilled. I tried to refrigerate them, but was left with a sad and smelly pink lump that stuck to the shelves. I suppose she took her secret with her. I did, however, save them in a digital form
I cannot express my gratitude for those who gave all. All I can promise is that the sacrifice is never forgotten.