It always seemed to me that the herbaceous peony is the very epitome of June. Larger than any rose, it has something of the cabbage rose's volumin….

But you, oh gardener, poet that you be / Though unaware, now use your seeds like words / And make them lilt with color nicely flung..

I have come to the conclusion, after many years of sometimes sad experience, that you cannot come to any conclusion at all..

Flowers really do intoxicate me..