A Passion for Peonies

I am sure many of you have come to the conclusion that I am truly a woodland fairy that flutters from bloom to bloom, talking about the daily garden gossip with frogs and snails and bumbles.  And guess what?  You are exactly right!   I have a bit of an interest…no passion…no addiction to gardening.  Actually, I have a bit of an addiction to life.  I love my life and my only wish would be for more time.  My days are a beautiful flourish…just one more reason to slow down and smell the flowers!


There are days, I can be on a highly focused mission one minute and as soon as a dragonfly zooms by or I notice a flower in full bloom, I stop dead in my tracts.   At that very moment, my flourish ceases and I am One with Mother Nature.  So, when I find myself not crossing items off of my daily “Adventure List”, I blame the flowers! Why don’t we begin with the Peonies…


I have had a passion for peonies for as long as I can remember.  My Grandmother grew beautiful magenta peonies in the front of her home.  She would cut large blooms and float them in water.  I remember the chipped blue willow bowl she always used for her bloom display.  I was mesmerized by the little illustrations throughout the dishes, spending long moments observing the bloom and the dish, which sat on a hand crocheted table runner of highly detailed proportion.  Thankfully, I am blessed to have a few of Grandma’s Peonies thriving in my garden to this very day.


I have to admit, I love the flower buds equally as much as I love the blooms.  There is something about these tightly layered buds that hold a beauty all of their own.  They appear to be giant gum balls!    Peonies have a bud burst unlike any other plant!


Unlike many perennials, peonies don’t require division.  In fact, the ancient Greeks believed it was dangerous to remove peony roots from the ground. If the task had to be fulfilled, it was completed in the deep night, for if seen, a woodpecker would arrive and peck out the digger’s eyes.  I don’t know about you, but my peonies can grow as big as they like!  I prefer my eyes just the way they are!  Be Warned!


One of the reasons I have a passion for peonies, besides their beauty, is the fact that they don’t seem to be the focus of attack by insects or other pests!  (Granted, the critters are probably afraid of the woodpecker, too!)  I do observe ants feasting on the nectar, but they are harmless.   Now that I have you distracted by beautiful blooms, I will share a few favorites, from our gardens…

 The peony was first cultivated for medical purposes and then became a symbol of love. I truly admire the silent strength the peony represents.

Leonardo Da Vinci once said,

“Simplicity is the ultimate form of sophistication.” 

I know he was referring to the Peony…

Love Yourself…Embrace Yourself…Just Be You…



18 thoughts on “A Passion for Peonies

  1. Amazing photos and story. I love peonies, too, especially when there are at least 20 or 30 blooms all at once. The yellow spiky ones don’t look like the others but are so beautiful. I was hoping there would be more about them in the book “Peony in Love” but it wasn’t very prominent. Thanks for the great start for today!

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  2. LOVE LOVE LOVE Peonies! I have great memories of my Nana’s peonies, as well. After she passed, and before her house was sold I dug up some of the plants. During the day…I was okay. No woodpeckers! It still blooms for me after all these years. They are wonderfully sentimental. It won’t be another couple of weeks until it blooms, tho.

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  3. Your peonies are gorgeous! Makes me think I should plant some in our yard. We had beautiful white and pink peonies in our yard at the house where I grew up. I feel like I don’t see them as much any more. Thank you for sharing your beautiful flowers and touch of nostalgia!

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