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5.27.2015
peonies
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.
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.
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Well done, patience was definitely the virtue, they look amazing.
ReplyDeletethank you!
DeleteWhat a delight! Congrats on your little victory!
ReplyDeletehooray!
DeleteWhen we moved into our house ten years ago, I also noticed some sad looking peonies in the middle of a large swath of ground cover. I have moved them several times over the years before I finally settled on a good spot for them 3 years ago. They are SO hardy and last year's bloom was terrific. Waiting patiently - it will happen any day now!
ReplyDeleteoh I hope you get loads of sweet blooms on your peonies, Katie! and it's good to hear that they are so hardy and happy after a few years of getting used to their new digs.
Deletei always find myself laughing as i watch our plant collapse under the weight of her own beauty.
ReplyDeletethat's exactly it!
Deletepeonies remind me of my gram. so glad you were successful!
ReplyDeleteoh I just love them. and yes, they are such a grandmotherly flower, aren't they? (I am an old woman at heart)
DeleteSo pretty!
ReplyDeleteI agree!
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