“The little boy nodded at the peony and the peony seemed to nod back. The little boy was neat, clean and pretty. The peony was unchaste, dishevelled, as peonies must be, and at the height of its beauty. Every hour is filled with such moments, big with significance for someone.”
– Robertson Davies
I’m not sure what the formal designation for this variety of peony is, but in my home it’s know as Grandma Fretz’s Peony. This is one of several heritage peonies we have in our gardens and was passed on to us by my mother-in-law.
This beauty always produces brilliant white blossoms with a splash of bright red at the centre and lining some petals. It’s also incredibly fragrant. At this time of year the air around our house is redolent with the fragrance of peony.
Our only problem is the flowers are so large that even a light rain adds so much weight to them that they just about break their stems or sag to the ground. So, we enjoy them while we can and try to support the large bushes as well as we can.
It’s a true pleasure knowing this same plant graced my wife’s ancestors garden and that we can continue to enjoy them and, hopefully, pass them on to the next generation to enjoy as well. Our saving grace, though I consider myself a good gardener, I seem to have gift for peonies. This is paying off well.
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