Happy Birthday, Mother.
This half-opened hibiscus is as close to a peony as I could get for you.
(I never see peonies without thinking about my mother, as she had planted them all along the walk between our back door and garage. Today would have been my mother’s 112th birthday. I don’t have a photo of my mother’s peonies, but see Cee’s glorious and timely peonies HERE.)