Peony time is fleeting. Perhaps this contrariness is part of their attraction. They come and they go and leave summer to the rest, having first shown the others how to do it with style and little finesse. Left behind are rich memories of blooms that are at times hilariously blousy but more often sensuously voluptuous. Beautiful in bud, in floral prime and with petals blown. I love peony time.
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Off The Edge Gardening 
True, fleeting is the name. I know about a dozen haiku on peonies, one says something like: The peony – after falling its memory still stands (or something like that, don’t remember all authors..) Superb colour.
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I can always depend on you to bring a little culture to the proceedings! Lovely x
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Sorry, I couldn’t abstain…
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Peony time always means high wind and heavy rain are due any minute up here!
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Oh dear, even more fleeting then!
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I do love peonies, fleeting or not! I tell myself that some day (when I win the lottery that I never enter, LOL) I will have some tree peonies as well….
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Having a tree peony is like winning the lottery – you should make room for one.
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And me, a peony forest!
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I think you’re right–we love peonies so much because they are gone so quickly. I think the only remedy is to have really a lot of them.
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