I lost the label for the small peony I bought at Malvern some years ago, before I could commit its name to memory.
I’m pretty sure that ‘Red’ featured in its name, and I wonder whether it could be Red Charm, although it seems a darker red than many images I’ve found, and a firm identification is rather tricky. Regardless of nomenclature, it has settled in well, producing a modest number of these beautiful deep red blooms each year without fail as the plant continues to bulk up.
The first blooms have already been shattered by heavy rains and recent gusts of wind, red petals strewn across the garden. When I came upon this freshly unfurled flower hanging its head towards the hedge almost out of sight, its petals as yet unmarked by the showers despite being bedecked by raindrops, I couldn’t resist picking it at the peak of its loveliness and bringing it inside.
I seldom pick flowers for the house, preferring to enjoy them in the garden, but rather than risk this beauty being battered by the weather, I felt quite justified in rescuing it from the rain.
Such a beautiful rich colour – even after over-exposing my image to bring out the details of the raindrops and petals.