>OK, let’s start with a fact about me. I’m not a pink kind of girl. Never have been.
But it’s hard to avoid pinks in your garden. They have snuck in over the years and surprise me. At first, I wrinkled my nose at them, but now I am intrigued. Some start hot and stay hot. Others fade to a paler shade by bloom’s end.
I’m not a meticulous gardener. If I have a packet of seeds for too long, I’ll just have a seed spreading day and spread them all over the garden. That’s how my hot pink zinnias came to be. They are like a little gaggle of sorority girls, all reaching to be the tallest, shouting, “look at me, look at me.” Zinnias are easy to propagate from seed and will often reseed the next year. My kind of flower, even if they are pink.
And then there is my Peggy Martin rose. My dad and I each bought one after reading her incredible survival story through Hurricane Katrina and subsequent rediscovery and propagation as a fund raiser for the Gulf Coast. She’s a climber. My dad’s is now stretching across his entire arbor. Mine is on a trellis that creates a screen for our air conditioning units. It develops clusters of hot pink blooms in April through May. It repeats its blooming in late summer/fall and mine has just started, perhaps a late response due to the drought. But it will bloom until frost robs it of the pink gems. Very disease resistant and low maintenance.
So while I may not be a pink girl, I have come to love these pinks in my garden that brighten their surroundings, scream to be noticed, survive the inferno that is our Texas summer, and leave me with a smile.