Be it the palest cream or the darker school bus hue, we love all shades here at the Fairegarden.
Every night, as part of the bedtime ritual to plant the seed of garden dreams, books and magazines are propped upon raised knees, my sleepy head cushioned with several pillows and a neck roll for perfect reading enjoyment. Perfect except that the enjoyment is on occasion diminished by the words written by well respected garden writers. The latest stumble in my garden reading trek to Nirvana is by the famous Gertrude Jekyll. Pronounced Jee-kel, so the book says.
(The yellow/white garden)
To quote the passage that had me ready to toss the book across the room, ala MMD, Mr. McGregor’s Daughter:
…In massing plants in such places it does not matter how common the plant may be, so long as it is placed with forethought and definite intention and some kind of consideration for colour harmony. For instance, nothing is more usual than to see a mixture of Aubretias and yellow Alyssum, a garish contrast that no doubt gives pleasure to many who may not, either from endowment or cultivation, have acquired an eye for colour in the more refined sense.*
I was born under the sign of Taurus, the bull, and that last sentence waves the red flag in front of my flared nostrils back and forth and in a taunting fashion. It makes my blood boil on so many levels. Well, let’s just calm down here, Frances. High blood pressure is not good for anyone, regardless of their age, or astological leaning. It sounds so snooty, from endowment or cultivation, refined sense, indeed. The mix of purple and yellow is the epitome of good taste, to some of us lesser mortals. Acquired an eye. Snort.
(Hosta ‘Sunpower’ under Acer palmatum var. dissectum ‘Crimson Queen’)
Please don’t mistake this rant as dissing the Brits or even Ms. Jekyll, for I am a hopeless Anglophile, loving everything about the United Kingdom, especially it’s gardens, history and past/present writers and bloggers, several of whom are my friends. We even went to England in 2010 for the trip of a lifetime, click here to see the posts about it. But, there is no denying that snobbery about color is firmly entrenched in British society, even today, and in the selection of what is considered to be in fashion or even, cough, gag, in good taste in garden design. People like what they like, and should feel free to mix and match colors to their own satisfaction. If it is their own garden, they should be free to follow their vision, even if it offends others with more delicate sensibilities. That is my opinion, anyway.
(Golden raspberry ‘Anne’, definitely in good taste)
* by Gertrude Jekyll, page 240, chapter VIII, The Spring Garden.
Frances, (hoping there is no offense taken by anyone in this harmless defense of the color/colour yellow, even when mixed with mauve/purple.)