“Linger. Spent peonies remind us that spring is timeless. Old souls know this.”
~ Moments Matter ~ Grace Writes
~Design Book- Shabby Chic Interiors~ Rachel Ashwell
The legends and the myths
Whispered tales of romance and honour
Apparitions in the mystic
Saw Apollo hand the flower to Paeon
While Asclepius, in a flash of rage threatened murder
It’s said that Zeus saved the mortal Paeon, turned him into an exquisite flower
That mischievous nymphs hid in petals
Of Moon Goddess magic which charmed Peony
Who in turn, reflected moonbeams into darkness
And you said, “Darlin. Don’t believe in inexplicable things.”
Gratitude. Years ago a thoughtful neighbour brought me a clump of peony roots, dug from her colourful garden, divided for another. On a walk, I pause to admire the show of beauty blooming so splendidly in her garden. My eyes covet the peonies, the genus Paeonia, buds wrapped tight, stalks gently holding the shy, unfurling blooms. Some garnet, pink, and as if this isn’t enough beauty to behold, two weeks later, the white flowers show, shining through the dark night.
On the cusp of autumn, she placed three small bundles at the doorstep. They patiently wait, still, wrapped in brown paper, tied with twine, for me to discover. Cradling the bundles, I take them to my garden, gently hand them to the earth. Planting the woody clumps into the soil, I wonder at the magic these simple bundles of wood and roots would conjure. Seasons changed, the little woody clumps slept snug underneath an earthen blanket.
The following spring the roots anchor, stalks push through the soil’s surface, evolving into small bushes covered with compound, deeply lobed leaves. Three garnet peonies bloom on one of the bushes. Two weeks later, the second bloom opens to reveal the purest white petals. Years later, these small clumps have mothered five beautiful bushes.
Gorgeousness. Some believe peony compounds have the power to heal. Inhale their fragrance, touch the soft petals with a finger tip, breathe in as your heartbeat slows under this intoxicating spell. I wonder at such beauty.