Oh you beauty....

I probably brag about this every year, but I don’t care. Take a look at the tree peony in my garden. 

It’s like a bouquet of ballerinas, all gently bobbing in their paper white tutus. Can’t tell you how much pleasure we get from it. It’s now about 24 years old and apart from some timid pruning, it’s been self managing. Just behind it - you can see a few of the buds - on the same root is a red round flowering peony, flowers in the traditional peony shape. It comes much later. Meanwhile though, we’re on tenterhooks, looking out for hail or heavy rain and cursing late frosts. They all conspire to batter this beauty and it only lasts a couple of weeks anyway. 
Excuse the fat hand, it’s just to prove the size of these blooms. Not to you, but to future readers of my scrapbooks. The more info in the photo means the less verbose the journaling, see. Not something you can benefit from as a reader of this blog!