A couple of weeks later, my in-laws stopped by for a visit. Noticing that my mother-in-law's husband hesitated when he walked past it, I asked him if he knew what it was. He slowly blinked at me, the way he does when he's collecting he thoughts before he speaks. Inside I was already cringing, afraid I was growing a prize-winning weed. Finally he said, "It's a peony."
What a relief! And a few days later, I was rewarded with enormous blooms.
I usually grow flowers to enjoy OUTSIDE, but after a heavy spring rain, the big sagging blooms beg to be brought inside.
I just have to make sure there are no ant hitch-hikers. And the lilacs bloomed last week and smell wonderful!
Hmmm...I think this old-fashioned scene could use a doily. What do you think?
Alas, it's not the original doily I planned to use. In the midst of planning the tablescape, I had discovered a most unfortunate thing had happened to some of my doily collection. Check back to learn about the Great Doily Debacle.