The peony ...
...is...
ALIVE!
As you know, Bob, that peony was one of the very first plants I bought and put in the ground (along with Just Joey [sob] and that wacky Frieda clematis). Sometime in the next year or two I idiotically put the rock rose right in front of it, and it got totally smothered year after year, and I was absolutely certain it had given up.
But last year I *finally* hacked down the rock rose, and I was just out weeding and surveying the mess, and my hand to god, there is the peony pushing sturdily up out of the ground and basking in the sun.
(Surrounded by weeds, to be sure, just like everything else in this friggin' garden) (and also the rock rose stump is staging a vigorous comeback attempt and will need to be grubbed out by someone whose back is stronger than mine).
And also BY GOD, my generally worthless memory has offered up the fact that this peony is Athena:
I will be very happy, needless to say, if it blooms anything like this.
Anyway, I thought this deserved its own entry. <beaming all over my face>
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