I am in love with this peony. Not just with peonies in general (I'm not convinced, for example, by yellow ones), but with this peony. It grows in the spring in a neighbour's front garden, along the side of the street where I walk my son to school and back every day. And every spring it takes me by surprise. When the crocuses and daffodils and tulips appear, it is a delight; when this peony buds, it is a sudden miracle, every time. Then it will bloom, and then turn brown and slowly die, and it will still be beautiful.