About 10 years ago, in the spring after we moved to the mountains, I was determined to plant some of the old favorites that were in my garden at our previous house.
Even though we had moved from suburbia to the highlands, we were still in the same state, so how hard could it be?
What is that old saying? Man plans. God laughs. We didn't just move to another planting zone, we might as well have moved to another planet!
For three years, I doggedly replanted and nurtured lilac bushes and roses, but the poor things never made it through the winters.
Oddly enough, what survived were three peony bushes I planted the first year.
Peonies aren't actually bushes. They're herbaceous perennials that die each fall and come back in the spring. Mine kept coming back, but they never bloomed.
Once in awhile they'd get a few wimpy budlets, but that's all.
Five years ago, in the spring, when I first found my birthmother, an unexpected thing happened.
One of the bushes produced a single, breathtaking, perfect bloom.
Since I was still riding the wave of euphoria over my recent reunion, I named the peony bush after my mother. Let's just call it the XXXXX bush. Every time I contemplated the miracle of finally finding XXXXX after years of searching, I'd go outside and gaze at "her" flower (I was going to say "her bush", but that just sounds so pervy!).
I did it about four or five times a day. I know, it's kind of goofy.
But still nothing from the other two peony bushes.
The next spring, XXXXX's peony had FOUR flowers! It was absolutely gorgeous!
Hubby decided that the weight of the blooms were overwhelming the bush, and the poor thing needed some support. So he decided to stake it.
And stake it he did. Right through the heart of the damn plant.
He killed it deader than Madonna's acting career.
Four years later and it's never grown back. That's when the legend of Fluffy the Peony Slayer was born. Me and the guys give Hubby a little crap about it every spring.
Now it's been nine years with nary a bloom on the other two plants.
Until this year.
One has a humongous bud that looks like it's almost ready to burst.
Keep your fingers crossed!!
As a side note, I planted a bunch of sweat peas in a huge pot on the back deck. I put them around the edges so Hubby could put a support in the middle wrapped with chicken wire for the vines to grow on.
"If they die, you're going to accuse me of being a serial killer!"
If Buffy had been this much of a wussy, we'd be living in a hell dimension by now.