Tiny Flowers

Growing vigorously in a river wall after rain.

Thanks for all your creative suggestions for a collective noun for Peonies.
We got : Panopoly, A Pouf , Pleasing, Performance, Party.  I like them all.

Here's some wonderfully vivid language from Charles Causley. I quite regularly hear it broadcast so perhaps its familiar to some of you.

Timothy Winters
Timothy Winters comes to school
With eyes as wide as a football pool,
Ears like bombs and teeth like splinters :
A blitz of a boy is Timothy Winters.

His belly is white his neck is dark,
And his hair is an exclamation mark.
His clothes are enough to scare a crow
And through his britches the blue winds blow..

When teacher talks he won't hear a word
And he shoots down dead the arithmetic-bird,
He licks the pattern off his plate
And he's not even heard of the welfare state.

Timothy Winters has bloody feet
And lives in a house on Suez street,
He sleeps in a sack on the kitchen floor
And they say there aren't boys like him any more.

Old man Winters likes his beer
And his missus ran off with a bombardier,
Grandma sits in the grate with a gin
And Timothy is dosed with an Aspirin.

The Welfare worker lies awake
But the laws as tricky as a ten foot snake,
So Timothy Winters drinks his cup
And slowly goes on growing up.

At morning prayers the Headmaster helves 
For children less fortunate than ourselves
And the loudest response in the room is when
Timothy Winters roars ' Amen ! '

So come one angel come on ten :
Timothy Winters says ' Amen "
Amen amen amen amen.
Timothy Winters , Lord.