“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.” -Marcel Proust
When a friend became ill, she could no longer care for her tree peonies (actually a woody shrub), and she gifted three of them to me. They are also known as Chinese, or Japanese, tree peonies.
I don’t know the varieties of the beauties that she gave me. I don’t even know what color they are. I’ve been patiently waiting 3+ years for them to bloom.
But this spring I was rewarded with one gorgeous creamy yellow blossom from the one tree peony that I thought was the one least likely to survive (she did not like being transplanted at all).
The blossom is all the more sweeter since my friend has lost her battle to cancer earlier this year.
Vera would be pleased with her legacy.