The peonies have opened.
Praise the Lord, because that is the best smell I ever smelled. :)
I don't know how old peonies are, but they remind me of vintage times and sitting on the veranda with lemonade in a cut glass pitcher with matching glasses. Maybe around 1920. I should have lived then. Sometimes I feel like that's where I belonged.
Today they were calling for heavy downpours in the weather forecast and heavy rain will put your peony blooms right in the dirt.
So I did a little harvesting...
...and brought them in the house. The fragrance is wonderful, but I'm waiting for the hay fever people to start complaining.
Since the peonies are always covered in ants, I soak them in bucket. It drowns them and makes it safe to bring them in the house. But if you do this, try not to leave them in the bucket for long because too much water can wreck the petals.
Now I just have to wait for the darker pink ones to open.
Have a great day!!