when we bought this house five and half years ago I noticed a few spindly, sad little peony plants in the front yard. I love peonies. (does anyone not love peonies?) I loved the idea of having some in my own yard and so I transplanted them somewhat carefully to a spot in the backyard along the garage wall and crossed my fingers. each spring they'd come up a bit and top out at about a foot high, foliage only. last year they got a bit bigger and I thought maybe they would flower, but no.
well, look at that. five years in and we got a happy looking plant with several big fat pink blossoms on it and I couldn't be happier. now those blossoms are mostly a mess of petals on the ground beneath the plant, and that's alright too. it's the the fleeting pleasures that I hold most dear, anyway.