Even with today’s rain, our peonies are glorious. I don’t know if these are daughter-plants from my grandmother’s beauties in the next garden south, or if they have a different history. Simply, they are mah-vell-us. (The llama poop benefits have kicked in.)
7 July 2015 at 2:16 pm
Manette says:
The current peonies at the stone house were planted by Susan, only the lilies remain from the previous garden.