Here are the baby pictures of my Festiva Maxima peony. This peony is a descendent of one that my mother planted. Years ago, I dug the original plant up and transplanted the roots in several locations in the garden, and it has slowly but surely prospered.
I love the buds as they begin to unfurl, petal upon petal opening to the morning song of the birds in the garden. Their rosy calyxes hint at the surprise that awaits, in the center.
Ahh, there it is -- a scarlet slash amidst the crumpled snowy petals.
OK, do you think that's enough creepy poetic flower imagery for one day? Yeah, I thought so, too. Sorry, just pictures tomorrow. I promise.