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He'd inherited them from his grandmother who inherited them from her mother and so he was very sure to take good care of them each year, and through every season. The tradition wasn't going to stop with him and he was looking forward to the day when he could pass down some of the peonies to his own children. They weren't old enough yet, but they were old enough to learn to take care of them. And so they all put on their wellies to trudge out through the slight rain to to speak to Gran's peonies.

Acrylic and Mixed Media on Watercolour Paper

36x48cm (14x19 inches)

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