my very own P E O N Y
Upon moving into our home, I inherited a most lovely flower. It came not by way of most inheritances but rather left behind from years of green-thumb care. It was a mere 6 months before it revealed itself; we moved into this house in the fall and the buds didn't appear till late spring. It was love at first sight. Once I beheld its beauty firsthanded, I knew it was one of the most lovely things I could own. Whenever it is in full bloom, I always say to myself, "If we ever move, I am digging that up and taking it with us." But I may keep the legacy going and pass it on. Thankfully, I can just breathe in its beauty, and for now call it my own.
the drooping peony in the light of the morning
I have about 15 blooms this year. In the past I have had up to 25 blooms!
promise of more to come