Each June presents me with the peony: the flower with which I have a love-hate relationship. I love the flower - its entrancing fragrance and soft, thin, whisper white petals. I love the idea of painting peonies but frustration seems to set in when I start. I hate frustration. The balled blooms are swift to open and even quicker to drop. Not to mention those delicate petals that curve so elegantly and show off their beautiful white hues - hues which I have so much trouble grasping are not really white.