On my walks lately, I keeping coming across the type of plants you see in this photo. They are in bloom right now and so gorgeous I can hardly stand it. So you might wonder, as I have: why don’t I have any of these in my garden?
It got me thinking that certain plants seem just too wonderful, like only really special people can have them, people who are enlightened and privileged, not people like me.
Is that weird? Am I the only one who denies myself, subconsciously it seems, the very bounties of the planet that would delight me so much?
What’s up with that?
P.S. Next year, I swear, at least one of these plants (whose name I apparently dare not know) will be blooming in my planter.