Le temps des pivoines
When Laurent mowed my peonies last year, I promised that if they did grow not back come spring, there would be hell to pay… So in March, we were both staring down impatiently, full of hope, Laurent not quite as confident as he tried to appear.
Then, one day, three, four, sprouts redish, fragile, but there !
From there it went fast and we have now 4 bushes of gorgeous flowers, white, pink, a pure delight ! Looks like I can trust the gardener