I slept late this morning then set out to please myself-- the newspapers, an energetic walk, the library and some dive bomb shopping. I found these beautiful peonies at the end of my travels.
Esther and Bill gave us a beautiful peony bush in 2006, when we had our open house renovation party. It was killed by an early frost. I replaced it with one from Swansons the following year, and it met the same fate this past year. It has finally occured to me that perhaps I should plant a couple of them on the north side of the house, where the soil has different characteristics. The house I grew up in back in Iowa had both lilac and peony bushes, with isolated spots to read near or under them.
For those who don't know the story, here's wikipedia: "The peony is name after Paeon, a student of Asclepius, the Greek god of medicine and healing. Asclepius became jealous of his pupil; Zeus saved Paeon from the wrath of Asclepius by turning him into the peony flower."