I think of Classie, my husband's maternal grandmother. Classie was a loving wife, mother and grandmother, a great hostess, a fabulous cook, and a whiz at any number of crafts and sewing. She loved her garden on East Valley Road in Corner Brook, Newfoundland and grew vegetables, cherries in a little orchard and flowers. Her garden was her retreat.
When we moved into our home in central Newfoundland, Classie gave us two peony plants, taken from plants in her garden. The flowers were deep red, huge as a dinner plate and they grew into multi-flowering bunches. Sadly, we had to leave the plants behind in Newfoundland. In Classie's honour however, our first purchase for our new garden was a peony.
Over the last several years, we added several more peonies. Blossom time is highly anticipated, though incredibly brief.
This year again, while the buds increased our anticipation of the blooms to come,
the ants feasted on the nectar which the buds secrete.
Slowly the blooms unfold
and the spectacle begins.
The varieties of peonies vary in petal arrangement and colour, yet each is a masterpiece of nature. Classie would be pleased!