Bueller? Bueller?

I have two freshly dug peony roots up for grabs. They're three years old, but you'd never know it. They're not thriving here. In fact, they're barely hanging on. They are the result of my early attempts to grow something in Georgia that really doesn't want to grow here.

I figure they can't do any worse in the mail than they've been doing in the parched ground. I will send them--no guarantees of health, you understand, but at least they're worth a try--to the first northerner who claims them.