Just like the heart in that Titanic song, my garden will go on, without me or not. While I spent two weeks in Savannah GA helping my daughter close up her little college carriage house and generally larking around, my garden just kept going in my absence.
We visited family and meandered through the south on a mini-literary tour of sorts seeing the home of favorite writers; Harper Lee, Truman Capote and William Faulkner, on our way home to Minnesota. Imagine our surprise when we blew back into the Twin Cities on a hot wind soaring to 103 degrees. I pulled into the driveway and grabbed a hose.
The tree peonies dared to flaunt their ruffly skirts before I returned. I managed to salvage one bloom for a jelly-jar bouquet.
White peonies with yellow intersectional "Bartzella" peonies.