Blooming peonies mean summer is almost here.

The peony or paeony (Paeonia) is the sole genus in the flowering plant family Paeoniaceae. They are native to Asia, southern Europe and western North America.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peony

The famous ancient Chinese city Luoyang has a reputation as a cultivation centre for the peonies. Throughout Chinese history, peonies in Luoyang are often said to be the finest in the country. Dozens of peony exhibitions and shows are also held there annually.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peony

In 1957, the Indiana General Assembly passed a law to make the peony the state flower of Indiana, a title which it holds to this day. It replaced the zinnia, which had been the state flower since 1931.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peony

In Japan, Paeonia lactiflora used to be called ebisugusuri ("foreign medicine"). In kampo (the Japanese adaptation of Chinese medicine), its root was used as a treatment for convulsions. It is also cultivated as garden plant. In Japan it is said that Chinese people call Paeonia lactiflora "prime minister of flowers".

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peony

Mischievous nymphs were said to hide in the petals of the Peony thus casing this magnificent flower to be given the meaning of Shame or Bashfulness in the Language of Flowers. It was named after Pæon, a physician to the gods, who obtained the plant on Mount Olympus from the mother of Apollo. Once planted the Peony likes to be left alone and punishes those who try to move it by not flowering again for several years. Once established, however, it produces splendid blooms each year or decades. (Taken from The Language of Flowers, edited by Sheila Pickles, 1990)

Peonies are also extensively grown as ornamental plants for their very large, often scented flowers.

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Peonies mean that summer is just around the corner.
Enjoy their beauty as you take your walk.

Thank you for the Blushing Peony thread.
Summer is most surely on the way. I see peonies everywhere.

I found this very appropriate painting from one of Inda's older posts

JAPANESE WALL PAINTING, NIKKO TOSHOGU SHRINE, approximately 1542 A.D.






PEONY
Carman, Bliss, (1861-1929)
"Pionia virtutem habet occultam."
Arnoldus Villanova.--1235-1313.

Arnoldus Villanova
Six hundred years ago
Said Peonies have magic,
And I believe it so.

There stands his learned dictum
Which any boy may read,
But he who learns the secret
Will be made wise indeed.

Astrologer and doctor
In the science of his day,
Have we so far outstripped him?
What more is there to say?
His medieval Latin
Records the truth for us,
Which I translate--virtutem
Habet occultam--thus:

She hath a deep-hid virtue
No other flower hath.
When summer comes rejoicing
A-down my garden path,
In opulence of color,
In robe of satin sheen,
She casts o'er all the hours
Her sorcery serene.

A subtile, heartening fragrance
Comes piercing the warm hush,
And from the greening woodland
I hear the first wild thrush.
They move my heart to pity
For all the vanished years,
With ecstasy of longing
And tenderness of tears.

By many names we call her,--
Pale exquisite Aurore,
Luxuriant Gismonda
Or sunny Couronne d'Or.
What matter,--Grandiflora,
A queen in some proud book,
Or sweet familiar Piny
With her old-fashioned look?

The crowding Apple blossoms
Above the orchard wall;
The Moonflower in August
When eerie nights befall;
Chrysanthemum in autumn,
Whose pageantries appear
With mystery and silence
To deck the dying year;

And many a mystic flower
Of the wildwood I have known,
But Pionia Arnoldi
Hath a transport all her own.
For Peony, my Peony,
Hath strength to make me whole,--
She gives her heart of beauty
For the healing of my soul.

Arnoldus Villanova,
Though earth is growing old,
As long as life has longing
Your guess at truth will hold.
Still works the hidden power
After a thousand springs,--
The medicine for heartache
That lurks in lovely things.

http://www.collectionscanada.ca/canvers-bin/entry?entry_nbr=1070%25s

BY THE PEONIES

The peonies bloom, white and pink.
And inside each, as in a fragrant bowl,
A swarm of tiny beetles have their conversation,
For the flower is given to them as their home.

Mother stands by the peony bed,
Reaches for one bloom, opens its petals,
And looks for a long time into peony lands,
Where one short instant equals a whole year.

Then lets the flower go. And what she thinks
She repeats aloud to the children and herself.
The wind sways the green leaves gently
And speckles of light flick across their faces.

The charms of the ordinariness soothe the threat of anxiety.

Czeslaw Milosz

This is a very beautifull thread.

Love,
Vicky


Han Yü (AD 768-824)

Translated by Kenneth O. Hanson

Song For The Peony
What a marvellous
flower, cries Han Yü
no other

makes spring seem
so splendid
red petals green

stem too unearthly
to bloom just
because it's the season.

Your fragrance is
slight as a
nobleman's smile — what

a sharp pair of scissors
it must take to
fashion you

nothing
to hang your head modestly
for, as the peach

and the plum blossom do.
Giggling girls
holding onto

each other's sleeves
come here
to compare themselves

with you — red
petals red cheeks after
hidden

consulting
bronze mirrors
behind their green shutters

Spring wine
sweet as honey we
drink to you

nobody
else knows our secret
delight — who's this

singing drunk
in front of the peony?
only

Han Yü, the crazy —
old
madman of Ch'u!

Beautiful thread, yes. I so love Paeonias!

photo by Tony Howell

Thank you everyone.
The peonies are all in heavy bloom. It has been very hot here and this has opened the buds into a mass of colour. I enjoy my walks at this time of the year.

sincerely,
Gisele

Thank you all for your lovely replies, and images.

The peonies are in full bloom in all the gardens and I enjoy my walk to work every day.

My own peonies are blooming as well, but sadly it has been very hot and they will not last as long.

Let us enjoy them wile we can.

Love, Inda

When you look at a peony, you first see the whole flower, its color and shape.
As you keep looking, you see the petals and veins and stamens and pistils.
When you look more closely still, you see the segments and shading in the
petals, until you begin to feel the vastness of those details. to see the vastness
by looking at one thing in its details is to see its sacred connection to space and
to all other things. ... When you see an object illuminated by space, when you
see with your heart, the object actually communicates back to you. When you
cherish something, it glows. It tells you where it belongs and how you should
present it, because you see it so clearly. Then you follow its magical instructions,
you create a work of art."
- Jeremy Haywood, A Guide to the Sacred World of Shamabhala Warriorship, p. 130

The peonies are blooming again. I enjoy looking at these beautiful flowers as I go for a walk.

The peony
Made him measure it
With his fan.
- Issa

made to measure it
with a fan...
the peony
- Issa

Ode on Melancholy:

But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows,
Imprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.

Keats

Thank you for bringing back this post. The peonies are at their best at the moment. Their season is short, so enjoy them while you can.

Love,
yoko