It got hot, then it got cold, then it rained.
The Peonies were marking their time, like a sprinter waiting for his moment to surge ahead of the pack.
After a night of gorgeous thunder, lightening and lots of rain, they made their run for it and this is what I was left with.
That's what you get for sleeping at night--you miss the late show. I'm not complaining; I love them no matter what, but I hope they perk up and stick around a while
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The white ones stuck around for me to admire while the rain drops still clung to them.
They are from Sylvia's house in Hafford, Saskatchewan and the plant moved with me from the last house.
Next it will be the roses turn.
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