I’m a relatively late lover in peonies. At my first “grown-up” job, one of the secretaries brought in a bowl of sweet-smelling pink flowers one spring. Their smell filled the entire lobby.
I tried growing my first plants in my late twenties. I failed miserably at keeping them alive in pots at my rental home, but I was determined to some day have my own.
I’m delighted that we have about 15 plants around the gardens. So far only three have bloomed. The wind and rain have taken their toll on the white double flowered, but now that I know where they are, they’ll grow with a peony hoop or other support next year.
I’ll add more pictures if we have more varieties, and I’m looking forward to adding a few each year!
*** This personal blog is comprised solely of the opinions, views, projects, and travels of its author, Stacey Morgan Smith. She is lucky enough to have loving family and friends whom she drags along with her on her adventures and whom she puts to work on her little farm. She uses this blog to help promote living in the mountains of the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, from Roanoke to the Potomac River.**