And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken.

- Siegfried Sassoon

I tied them up with a nylon, which I had him pickup at the pharmacy one day a few weeks back.
The rain, while constant and unforgiving has not broken them down. They stand tall in the front garden, the bush full of buds, ready to open any day now.
Their season is far too short, so I will visit daily now, and do my best to capture them at from every angle.