I never heard peonies called “pineys” until I became acquainted with the gardening passion of my mother-in-law, who declared this year that the piney bush was prettier than ever (I agree). I admit, when I’m standing there doing dishes – one of the most mundane household tasks ever, in my world – and I see this burst of pink in my yard, I thank God for the excuse to stand there and enjoy them as they send off happy pinkness into the world around them.