This is one of my favorite flowering plants. It was also one of my Dad's (and my brother's). Dad took such pristine care of his beloved peony plants, of which he had many. I especially love their scent! Wish they lasted throughout the summer. When my little sister Karen died some years ago, I planted one with flowers that looked much like these in the painting. Sadly, I didn't get to take the plant with me, when we moved. We have two white plants here from the previous owners, so we get to enjoy the scent and beauty in the spring. I recreated the pink variety on canvas with my sister Karen in mind. Now, I can look upon them everyday and think of both Dad and Karen.
