Monday, May 17, 2010
This has to be one of my top three fleurs--along with the previously noted hydrangea, and my ultimate: Stargazer lillies.
I have numerous bushes, but the most prized is this one...
Over 100 years old...in my family...transplanted from Connecticut three times...
There is something most poetic about the peony. Unlike the rose, its blooming season is so short. Its scent is superior, I believe, and it appears more delicate and multi-faceted in the glory of its petals. More translucent, somehow. And of course, the absence of thorns reveals the engagingly positive nature of the peony: no downside, just upside. The rose, with its potential for drawing blood, is the bipolar bloomer by comparison.
This particular color is just ravishing. I have often clipped one in full bloom and added it to a straw hat for extra punch. The pink is just perfection--not too-too.
An arrangement of peonies says so much about the person...all of which is probably just a mite too exclusive for democracy.
A peony-lover is a fellow appreciator of all that is rare and lovely and all-too-fleeting.
Enjoying them while they last,
- Anne Lake
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