"In the eyes of the editor of Cottage Gardening, it was the very absence of a 'pretentious plan'
that lent the charm to the cottage garden, leaving the 'flowers to tell their
own tale.'"
From The Cottage Garden, by Twigs Way
I can claim little to no responsibility for the lovely peonies in our back garden. They were planted along the north side of the garden by a previous owner, whose father grew them commercially.
I water them, throw a bit of compost around them every spring,
mulch heavily, and use grow-through cages to hold them up. I have also ignored unsolicited
peony advice:
·
Do not move them
·
Cut off the smaller buds to make the larger buds
get even bigger
·
Do not use them as cut flowers in the house
because of the ants
Well, I couldn't leave them along
the fence. I'm not fond of lining up plants (except the vegetables). Once we
decided to rip out the entire back lawn, I felt at liberty to move things about
with reckless abandon. And the peonies survived.
This is my evolving "unpretentious
plan" — with the peonies in bloom.
I toyed with the idea of cutting off
the smaller buds, but after the first year of picking up soggy blooms following
a heavy rain, it seemed silly to make them bigger and heavier. And I rather
like the little blossoms and even the buds that never open. They're the
charming introverts in the Paeoniaceae
family of divas (or tenors).
Now about the ants. I think a vase
full of peonies is one of the best reasons to have a garden. My ant-reduction
strategy is to cut the flowers in the late afternoon or early evening when the
garden is in the shade. Or I cut them, put them in a vase, and set them in a
cool shady place outside for a while. (This was solicited advice, but I can't
remember who told me this.) I still get a few ants, but not enough to worry me.
Clark wanted to help me with a vase
of peonies on Sunday. He cut the flowers, and I trimmed them for the vase. I
explained my peony-arranging philosophy: put as many flowers in the vase as
possible and then add a couple more. I hope these are the kind of things
he remembers.
Growing up, we had peonies along the neighbors' lot line. What a lovely memory...even the ants.
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