Then, I saw the rain.
It’s safe to say that I have a love – hate relationship with rain, very unlike my love relationship with peonies.
I actually look at most rainy days with a sigh of relief, especially today’s since it’s been dry for a whole week. It means that I have a day off from watering. (In the same way that I’m one of the last hold outs in the lawn mowing department, I also drag a hose and sprinkler all over the yard. That’s a whole other post.) So I bring all the flower pots out from any sheltered areas and let them soak up the moisture, because a good rain is much more quenching than my Gunga Din efforts.
It also means that I can breathe a little easier. This has been a rough allergy season, and there’s nothing like some rain to clean the pollen out of the air — not to mention the rinsing off of the lawn furniture and the car.
I also don’t like to work in the rain. Walk in the rain, yes. Work in the rain, no. While the rain might throw my yard work schedule off, even gardeners need a day inside to watch an old movie, finish reading Atlas Shrugged, and cook an amazing pot roast.
But when I’m settled in to enjoy my rainy day, I see those peonies. Joe and I both love them — for the color, the size of the bloom, the variety. I look forward to seeing them each year, which is why I cringe when it rains. Rain can be a peony’s worst enemy. It’s like the big build-up for Christmas to arrive, and then BOOM — it’s December 26. All kids would like Christmas (or whichever holiday or happy event you celebrate) to be every day. And I’m sure most gardeners would love for every day to be peony day.
We all try to help peonies along, surrounding them with rings and stakes for added support. But all it takes is one good rain, and the flowers are drowned, their petals littering the mulch like wet tissue paper — not unlike the sad holiday decorations that stay on peoples’ homes well into August. (Or maybe they’re just getting head start on next holdiay season.)
I guess it’s true that all good things must come to an end, that if we had peonies or Christmas all the time, we may never appreciate or enjoy the beauty of the season. It’s like the line from the song “I Believe,” immortalized by Laverne and Shirley in the Shotz Brewery Talent Show: “I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows.”
Whatever. When it comes to my peonies, my only wish is that for every drop of rain that falls, that they can stand tall and weather the storm.