I planted this peony bush just after Kurtis and I returned from our honeymoon. For two summers, it’s been a nearly tropical mass of shiny green leaves, but no flowers. I started to worry. Did I plant it too deep? Not deep enough? But sometimes living things just need time to grow, to adjust to their surroundings.
This year, the plant must have felt pretty comfortable.
Aren’t the blossoms breathtaking? There’s something so opulent about a peony. The blooms are so big, so pink and frilly. It’s like having a garden of can-can dancers.
Thanks for reading. Over the week there will be more pink blooms, sewing, and a kitten.
I love peony bushes! The flowers are huge and pretty and yours is lovely!
Peonies have scared me ever since the one next to my parents’ house was consistently a den of ants and bees. But yours is gorgeous.
I saw the title of this entry and thought maybe it was about me.