Thrilling to look up on Hydrangea Hill at Struan Farm this past week and see a burst of shocking bright pink. It meant one thing and one thing only: my peony had FINALLY flowered!
"They" said it couldn't be done. "They" said I'd need to put ice on the ground, manually, during winter. (I've always forgotten to do this.) I've had buds before but no flowers, and was beginning to wonder if I'd ever see any flowers myself. Maybe our heavy frosts in Piopio really weren't cold enough for them to flower after all.
"They" and I clearly underestimated the magic of Struan Farm!
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