Ivory guard petals are followed by a dense champagne-colored petaloid center, and topped by the most delicate of pinks forming a whorl on the top of this exquisite double peony.
This is the second of the three peony bushes that my husband, Lee, planted for me in 1989 - the year my son, John, was born. I usually have to watch them like a hawk to make sure that rain doesn't drag them down and make their delicate petals wilt . . .
This year, my husband spotted the first ones while he was outside cutting the grass, and brought them in to me with a huge smile on his face - two marvelous gifts to be loved and cherished . . .
I'm joining The Tablescaper for her Seasonal Sundays blog party.
1 comment:
Gasp! Love your peonies! and I had to laugh about your comment about them not getting pounded with rain...I thought I was the only peony watcher...I have been known to walk outside at nite in my pj's just to check...lol
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