I have a tree peony smack in the middle of my tiny front garden bed. I clearly had high hopes for it. I’m going to move it. I’d planned on it even before my husband commented on the single, over-sized flower on the gawky, leggy plant, but that pretty much finished off this plant’s chances to strut in my yard. My husband doesn’t usually notice plants – and receiving adverse commentary? That’s a truly bad sign. Plus, the flower color isn’t what I thought it was going to be – so I’m sentencing it to purgatory in the semi-shady, this-is-where-things-go-to-wait-until-I-find-the-right-place-for-them (or they die) bed.
You could argue that I should give it more time. It’s only had a year in that spot. I should prune it, or fertilize it or at least give it some companions (I’m having decision difficulties). It can go have time in purgatory and see if it redeems itself. I have to say that it’s one flower is quite lovely – and enormous. You could make quite a flower arrangement – in a BIG vase – around it. But front garden bed- nope. A plant for the front bed needs to do a lot more than this plant does, or probably ever will. You could also argue that surrounding the poor thing with nothing but a sea of mulch is rude but in the front garden bed I want a plant that shines even if it is alone in a bunch of wood chips.
I’ve also seen a few other tree peonies around and the ones I’ve noticed have this reddish new growth, usually a nice sign, that clashes with the flowers. Oops.
So, I realize that this is a small sample size with which to nix a whole class of plants but there are a lot of gorgeous and/or useful plants out there. So to purgatory it goes.