Post by MaryL on Oct 5, 2018 5:36:22 GMT -5
The plant with that smashing red is still there, in the front left mixed pod, it’s just that those blooms died off early and it hasn’t produced more yet. I miss it too. While pastels are pretty, I’m always, always partial to bold colors.
Along those (color) lines, here’s a quirky anecdote. I attended an all girls school from 7-12 grades. In 8th grade I became best friends with a neighborhood girl who attended another all girls school about 25 minutes away. I was so disappointed she did not attend my school with me. To my surprise one day, she said she had never wanted to attend my school, but was soooo jealous of our uniforms because they were so pretty. I was floored, because I thought our uniforms were soooo ugly. While our school was uniquely generous in that they offered 4 different colored dresses to wear any day of the week, each dress was a washed out pastel color. But I was a washed out pale Casper of a girl. I may as well not have had a head poking out the top of my uniform. OTOH, my friend’s uniform was a bold red plaid jumper, with a white blouse underneath. I adored it. I coveted it. I would’ve worn it anywhere. I wanted to switch schools just for that red plaid jumper. Alas, Mom would never have allowed me to switch schools, red jumper and best friend or not.
So here I am, to this day, favoring bold reds and other highly saturated colors in all things - from apparel to upholstery to...flowers. And while I am grateful that my other pretty flowers have survived the attack of the algae, I do long for the return of that beautiful bold red blossom, which was the first to die. I will be disappointed if it doesn’t produce again.
Along those (color) lines, here’s a quirky anecdote. I attended an all girls school from 7-12 grades. In 8th grade I became best friends with a neighborhood girl who attended another all girls school about 25 minutes away. I was so disappointed she did not attend my school with me. To my surprise one day, she said she had never wanted to attend my school, but was soooo jealous of our uniforms because they were so pretty. I was floored, because I thought our uniforms were soooo ugly. While our school was uniquely generous in that they offered 4 different colored dresses to wear any day of the week, each dress was a washed out pastel color. But I was a washed out pale Casper of a girl. I may as well not have had a head poking out the top of my uniform. OTOH, my friend’s uniform was a bold red plaid jumper, with a white blouse underneath. I adored it. I coveted it. I would’ve worn it anywhere. I wanted to switch schools just for that red plaid jumper. Alas, Mom would never have allowed me to switch schools, red jumper and best friend or not.
So here I am, to this day, favoring bold reds and other highly saturated colors in all things - from apparel to upholstery to...flowers. And while I am grateful that my other pretty flowers have survived the attack of the algae, I do long for the return of that beautiful bold red blossom, which was the first to die. I will be disappointed if it doesn’t produce again.
