A peony bud tightly holds her promise as long as she possibly can. It seems a long wait.
Finally deigning to begin breaking, she whispers lightly.
Now she senses the sunlight, deciding that perhaps it is a good thing.
Still shy, but coming inexorably out of her awkward stage
Sarah Bernhardt has come into her own.
Old-fashioned, perhaps, but there is no time restraint on the fulfilling pleasure afforded by the classically lovely Sarah Bernhardt peony. She is as beautiful as her namesake.
Bowl of Beauty is bright and happy.
A charming flower.
My young bush struggled to produce a few, fast-fading flowers for us this year.
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