Psychiatrists consider orange the 'color of insanity' and that's got me a little bit worried.
Every spring I gravitate to a new flower color ~ something ultra-special, gotta have it, can't live without it in my garden. The really weird part is that half the time, I don't even know I'm doing it.
Take this morning, for instance, when I downloaded a camera full of photos from the tulip tour. There must have been 5,000 tulips in bloom - every color of the rainbow - but all I could focus on was orange.
As I walk through these formal settings, I often wish that my own garden had rhyme... or reason... or both! But, then I look at the gardener (that would be me) and realize I may never have the discipline to accomplish such things.
It's the hodgepodge of color that gets me most excited. Like last summer when I flirted with hot pink and yellow. Or, the year before that when red and purple caught my eye.
That's the problem with perennials. They come back every year. Like clothes in my closet, they hang around to remind me of my fashion faux pas.
Since I honed my fashion skills in that weird, weird time of the 80's, I wouldn't hold out hope for anything tasteful any time soon.