Her lovely soft pink is one of my favorites.
I had one very much like it, once upon a time. She hated the shade and moisture and competition in my backyard and didn't survive the move to a better growing area, poor girl.
I love the white blossoms with the color breaks.
They remind me of huge hundred-year-old bushes still flourishing in a farmhouse garden.
This double white--oh, my!
Positively, joyously bridal!
My little red girl did survive the move to a hotter, sunnier place a few years ago.
She's a reliable bloomer now. She's happy and so am I.
Last year I bought this as a bareroot at Walmart of all places. This is her first season of bloom.
She's a simple creature and a little shy each morning.
But she opens to display her golden heart to the sun and passers-by.
I'd have a garden filled with peonies if I had more sunshine and dog-free planting area! They might not have a long season, but their exuberance and loveliness remind me to carpe diem.