Paeonia tenuifolia

Scientific description

Paeonia tenuifolia – Steppe Peony / Fernleaf Peony

Taxon: Angiospermatophyta (Magnoliophyta)
Class: Dicotyledonatae (Magnoliatae)
Subclass: Dilleniidae
Order: Dilleniales
Family: Paeoniaceae
Origin: Caucasian and Black Sea coast
Common name: Steppe Peony / Fernleaf Peony

Description:
Perennial, herbaceous, endemic plant, 70–90 cm. Roots fibrous, fasciculate, oblong-elliptic tubers. Stem glabrous, erect, cylindrical, slightly branched, up to 60 cm. Leaves long-petiolate, pinnately dissected, linear segments alternately arranged. Flowers red-purple, cup-shaped, solitary on top of glabrous peduncles, 6–8 petals, yellow stamens, fragrant. Blooms late spring–early summer.

Propagation: By seed at physiological maturity or by dividing tufts.

Ecology:
Sunny meadows from steppe to hills, in Dobrogea, Muntenia, southern Moldova. Prefers sunny areas with clay-sandy soil, moderate humidity.

Use:
Decorative, planted alone or in groups in parks/gardens. Medicinal: toothaches, headaches, sexual dysfunctions.

Threat:
National flower of Romania since October 26, 2022. Vulnerable/rare plant.

Creative writing inspired by Paeonia tenuifolia

Written by Cristina Salomia

The Crowned Peony of the Steppe

It is freezing cold in the Frozen Valley. The wind has swept the grass in every direction. Some blades of grass lost the fight and were carried up into the dark sky. And all is frozen.

“The dragon sleeps the deepest sleep!” the princess said. “He must be dying! But we can't risk it! We must make our way to the valley and try to kill the dragon while he’s sleeping!”

“For sure, he is!” said Philippe, Peony’s horse. “Look how cold it is outside, and feel the freezing winds coming our way!"

“We must prepare for what lies ahead!”

“Better not to fight him, princess,” Philippe warned. “We don’t have an army strong enough to take down such a dragon, nor the equipment to survive the freezing cold! Better to let him sleep and, with some luck, he’ll die naturally.”

“Not in a million years! We must!” Peony cried. “It’s my duty to protect my land and the people living here!”

The weather only worsened as the dragon slept. But this time, it was worse than ever before. The dragon was ready to die—yet his death could take years, and during that time, the weather would continue to deteriorate, turning the land into a frozen, barren wasteland where no one could live. The kingdom would vanish, and its people would perish.

And so they set off into the Frozen Valley—Peony and her faithful horse, Philippe. With only one sword and God on their side, they had but a single chance to succeed.

The dragon’s belly was its most vulnerable spot, but to strike it in the right place required perfect precision. Peony climbed the dragon’s massive body as if scaling the easiest mountain, and with great courage, she plunged her sword into the dragon’s belly. Without wasting a moment, she ran back to Philippe, who was waiting for her, steadfast and unwavering.

They had only one shot — and they took it.

The dragon burst into a giant ball of fire, sending flames roaring across the entire valley, reaching the whole county. The princess and her horse barely made it to safety, sheltering under a stone bridge, where they watched the mesmerizing display of fire the dragon unleashed.

They had finally done it.

Years passed, and the princess grew old, ready to pass into nonexistence. She asked that her ashes be scattered over the valley. And so it was done — and something marvelous happened.

From the ground where her ashes fell, the valley bloomed, as if from her very womb. A flower of astonishing beauty grew—radiant in color, soft as velvet to the touch, and with a delicate, heavenly fragrance.

“Our princess,” Thomas, Peony’s grieving butler, said, “God bless her soul, would have been overjoyed to know that this land will finally flourish... and now, with her help, it will.”

Over time, storms brought dust and sand, burying the dragon’s body. The wind covered it with earth, and from that soil rose ridges and hills, covered with trees and bushes. Where the dragon’s backbone once stretched, a path now winds through the valley, and on either side rise mountains and hills, known to have been his ribs.

On the dark side of the mountains stretch endless forests; on the sunny side grow fertile vineyards, gifting the people with heavenly wine.

And there, where all the storms have passed, in the once Frozen Valley, the spirit of the princess now lives on, spreading her seeds across fertile lands until the end of time.

And wherever you see the brightest red, that is where Peony rests, charming us still with her smile and calming us with her gaze.

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