My front yard is a bit of a jungle right now, an unruly mix of weeds and overgrown perennials that all seemed to pop while I was in North Carolina last week. I love many of the plants out there, but there's one I've been watching with anticipation bordering on impatience. I'm like a child waiting for dessert, or Christmas morning, and look! Here it is! At the end of May!
The first peony opened yesterday and took my breath away. It's not just the impertinently pink petals that get me, it's that nest of yellow stamens like a sea anemone. I mean, a clownfish would look totally at home in there. Something about it is intoxicating to me, better than chocolate. Is there a more perfect plant? (If you're one of those people, like my husband, who does not understand the merit of plants that fail to produce food, don't answer that.)
Anyway, it's still a young plant so I have only six more buds to open this year. I'm thinking you may have to endure more of these shots over the next few weeks, because I am pretty sure this plant is what macro was made for.