My father loved peonies (pee-o'-nies, as he pronounced it). The peony bushes in our garden were started with cuttings my parents brought to us from Missouri.
The original plants were in the yard of the house where I grew up, so they are at least 60 years old. And how long the plants had been in that yard is anyone's guess. Let's just suffice by saying they are old.
There weren't as many blooms this year as we've had in prior years, but the flowers are wonderful--and they are enormous! Sue floated one of the flowers in a bowl. Filled the whole bowl. Truly beautiful.
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