Sunday, April 11, 2010

Peony





When I first came to live in Palo Alto, about 20 years ago, I observed next to a house on Middlefield Rd, a magnificent, huge white flowers blooming on a small unimpressive low tree. Since then every year, at the end of February, I pass by the tree and watch for its flowers. Years ago when I first saw the flowers I learnt their name: “White Peonies.”
I soon tried to plant peonies in my garden. I planted a tree peony and four peony bushes. The tree and the bushes are success. The Peony tree, every year in March, decorate itself with about thirty large purple flowers, an astonishing sight. But the pleasure from the crown of the flowers is annually ruined by rain. Whether it is a year full of rain or a drought year, the next day after the peony’s buds open, the sky are open and a splash of water wrinkle and damage the silk petals of my peony tree.
This year the peony’s flowers stood firmly and were not ruined as you see in the photo above. Slowly they fade and the petals drop around the tree. Every year I wait for these few days of splendor and magnificence.
There are many garden books, history books, old medicine books, legends, articles and fiction literature about the Peony flower. If I was not so involved in a few hobbies I would take upon myself to create a bibliography about the Peony.
I looked up Peony in AskOxford.com and here a quatation from the dictionary: "herbaceous or shrubby plant cultivated for its showy flowers.
— ORIGIN Greek paionia, from Paion, the physician of the gods."
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