I dig your writing but, oh man, have I got beef here re the colours.
These, for me, are the very worst flower colours in the whole wide world. I just can’t be doing with their dull, uninspired, uninspiring murk. I replied to something @Anne Wareham had written on the same, saying that I’m really fine with orange (in fact I am really into it) but salmon, apricot nude, coral and peach make my teeth itch and if they weren’t so insipid and lacking in any impact or drama or vibrancy would make me want to lie down in a darkened room like when I have a migraine.
And don’t get me going on when they are combined in one flower (it seems I’m quite able to get myself going all on my own). My very worst nightmare in the photographs you attach to plague me is, probably - as I’m hard-pushed to find a very worst - is Erysimum Spring Breeze Sunset. Although, even in such a very wide field, I could go with Rosa Lark Ascending.
I had this debate with a gardening friend who proposed that I didn’t like these shades because they are, I quote her: “they’re so feminine. And you’re ….really not”. I don’t think it is that they’re feminine (I like lots of feminine things), I think it’s just that they are horrid.
I trust that this perspective on apricot, peach, clementine will not presage a parting of the ways.
I grew verbascum from seed last year. It sulked in a miniature seedling state for ever; I transplanted the seedlings and they spent the summer and autumn adhering to the soil in flat rosettes. Eventually in November (living dangerously) one plant hesitantly pushed up a small flower spike, which then bent over in a question mark. I'm wondering if my north of Scotland location is more than they can bear.
You caught my eye with the ‘Mokarosa’. In a similar vein I’ve a spot for another climbing rose, so considering ‘Ash Wednesday’ (Peter Beale has it). It’s an odd white/grey/purple/ with a bit of blush somehow. Ashy, yes.
“ Lest I overwhelm you with the beauty of my plans.” Not at all.
Hey there horticulturalish,
I dig your writing but, oh man, have I got beef here re the colours.
These, for me, are the very worst flower colours in the whole wide world. I just can’t be doing with their dull, uninspired, uninspiring murk. I replied to something @Anne Wareham had written on the same, saying that I’m really fine with orange (in fact I am really into it) but salmon, apricot nude, coral and peach make my teeth itch and if they weren’t so insipid and lacking in any impact or drama or vibrancy would make me want to lie down in a darkened room like when I have a migraine.
And don’t get me going on when they are combined in one flower (it seems I’m quite able to get myself going all on my own). My very worst nightmare in the photographs you attach to plague me is, probably - as I’m hard-pushed to find a very worst - is Erysimum Spring Breeze Sunset. Although, even in such a very wide field, I could go with Rosa Lark Ascending.
I had this debate with a gardening friend who proposed that I didn’t like these shades because they are, I quote her: “they’re so feminine. And you’re ….really not”. I don’t think it is that they’re feminine (I like lots of feminine things), I think it’s just that they are horrid.
I trust that this perspective on apricot, peach, clementine will not presage a parting of the ways.
I grew verbascum from seed last year. It sulked in a miniature seedling state for ever; I transplanted the seedlings and they spent the summer and autumn adhering to the soil in flat rosettes. Eventually in November (living dangerously) one plant hesitantly pushed up a small flower spike, which then bent over in a question mark. I'm wondering if my north of Scotland location is more than they can bear.
You caught my eye with the ‘Mokarosa’. In a similar vein I’ve a spot for another climbing rose, so considering ‘Ash Wednesday’ (Peter Beale has it). It’s an odd white/grey/purple/ with a bit of blush somehow. Ashy, yes.