Every June, I am enamored by these hot pink, pale pink, plum, fuchsia, and white beauties. Growing up South of Boston our family used to grow Peonies in the backyard and we would wait as long as we could to cut the precious blossoms and make one beautiful arrangement. (It only took four or five blossoms to make a show-stopping display). This week, my husband brought home a vase full of them not knowng they are my absolute favorite. To me, they are synonymous with June and the start of something wonderful….Summer!