It's time for my favorite gardening ritual of the year...the annual planting of more peonies. This year, it's three plants of 'Bev' (low curtsy to Kathy for the recommendation), with places along Peony Promenade already chosen for them. I also have a new single peony, Coral 'N Gold, for which I need to find the perfect place somewhere...somewhere...but where? Ah, the delicious torment.
I'll also be adding a few new bearded iris to the garden for the first time. I already have Siberian iris (perpetually molested by rabbits), as well as early spring-blooming dwarf reticulated iris, and I've killed a few Japanese iris, but I hadn't made the time, room or plans for any bearded irises until now. I picked up three 'Edith Wolford' today, and will try to choose a reblooming variety or two in time for planting this weekend. What can I say? I can't not grow bearded irises, which were, of course, a legendary favorite of Henry Mitchell, and which are the subject of my favorite-titled piece of his, from Henry Mitchell On Gardening: "Where Iris Is, I'm Smiling."