Three years ago, my mom and I dug up a few peonies from her garden in Queensbury and carefully wrapped them for my plane ride back to Maryland. As soon as I got home, I planted these finicky plants in the ground and waited for them to grow. For the past few springs, I've watched my neighbors' peonies thrive and multiply, while mine would fall short of blooming.
This year, with a little extra help (we sprinkled sugar water on the buds so the ants would do their job), I finally have the beautiful white peonies I remember from growing up.
At my wedding, my bridesmaids and I all carried these pretty white flowers from my mom's garden, so it feels extra special to have them growing right outside my front door now.
As I have learned, it is worth being patient as these flowers have found a new home, just as I have, in Maryland.

