About 14 years ago we bought a peony for our new home & garden.
We were seduced by the label dangling on its spindly stems, a vision of the future, of things to come.
We planted, we watered, we tendered the soil, we talked endlessy to it's spindly little stems that peered through the soil each year but nothing....a leaf or two maybe (if we were lucky) .... but never the minutest hint of a bud.
After 11 years of begging the 'damned thing' to 'DO SOMETHING!!!', we took drastic measures.
We dug it up and moved it to the worst part of the garden, where the soil is pretty much the kind of ground you find on new housing estates, bits of rubble, dry, desperately in need of some attention.
At least nearer to the house I could keep a closer eye on it, not have to walk so far to yell at it.
Well you could knock me down with a feather boa & call me a fish sarnie!
The following year (now 12 years old) we had a couple of blooms, weedy, weak ones...but blooms I tell yer!!
Last Summer in its 13th year, the stroppy teenager produced the beautiful swan of the Peony World in abundance. These photo's were taken then, I'm hoping for even better this year.
I guess I was just a little impatient.