Color My World

Momma raised me to be a southern lady. She made sure I always wore a slip, she taught me to say, "Yes sir or yes mam", sit with proper posture and always use good manners. She taught me to respect my elders, to never never speak about bawdy things but to speak and act gracefully, to not complain about things I can't change, to always wear lipstick, and to err on the side of being over-dressed in social settings but to never be flashy or bring attention to myself. Now this is where I might have just caused her some polite palpitations and even made her brow glisten with fret. I love color. I like bright, bold, frilly, screaming "Look at me!" color. Which may be why I became a gardener. You see, as proper as I was expected to be and appear, a southern woman could create a garden as brassy and colorful as Aunt Bernice (who we never spoke about around the menfolk.)
Now the only reason I even allow this much self-revelation, which I'm sure is making Momma quite mortified, is to explain why the Garden Walk in Buffalo, NY just made me giddy. There was color in the plants, color in the painted window boxes, bright bold painted houses, and very colorful personalities. So just scroll down and enjoy the riot of color and don't you even worry about blushin'.
I'm thinking this pink house might be demure enough for Momma.


My new friends Helen Yoest and Lisa Gustavson wearing their polite white, brown, and black so that the homes get all the attention.

Two of the colorful characters from the Buffalo trip were sisters Sarah and Helen who kept me entertained with their quick wit and clever dialog.
I spy Plectranthus, Calibrachoa, Coleus, Laurentia, Strobilanthes, Dahlia, Impatiens
These folks have Coleus and they're not afraid to use it!