Somewhat less than Sports Illustrated cover material, this proud pink peony has a story all its own.
Literally separated from friends and family by a guy with an errant shovel, she was accidentally left behind in her original location as other peonies were moved to a sunnier location.
Indeed, forgotten.
Yet this spring, in her “hey-what-about-me” survival mode, she put up one stem, one bud, one flower—which sadly flopped to the ground.
Add a stake and two ratty pieces of twine. A smiling face. An uplifting victory tale in a world filled with cheap, depressing political bullshit.
Better yet, the guy with the errant shovel will now reward the “yes-I-can” pink peony by moving her, when timely, to rejoin the rest of the peonies in the back field where she will again be with friends and family.
Yes, she will.
You just gotta believe.
It’s Spring when optimism and the ability to believe in fantasy runs strong.
Same story here. Several times over. Leave a little bit of a peony root and it will survive and grow and bloom eventually.
Happy for your plucky peony!
Maybe she (if that’s her preferred pronoun), hated her friends and family and was glad to be left behind. Maybe she felt she didn’t have the strength to go on. Maybe she feels tied to a stake. If only we could talk peony.
I have often thought that the definition of gardening is To Plant things, Followed by later moving them elsewhere.
I couldn’t agree more! One of my neighbours commented (nicely) about my “frequently-rearranged” garden.
Most of my plants have layovers before they reach their final destination. The rearranging is 75% of the fun (and work) for me!