I sometimes get to eat my words. I’m okay with that. I’m opinionated, and opinionating is what opinionated people do. When it comes to how things look or are put together, my initial reaction is gut level – not intellectual or analytical. Once I take time to pick apart and analyze what caused my reaction (whether good or bad) I find that it is often more of an immediate situational response than anything else. Although I – like everyone else – have favorites, I find that my thrill or aversion is usually not targeting the individual components – it is a reaction to how the whole was put together.
One of my spring pet peeves are hanging baskets. In general, I’m not big on annuals although over time, I have come to really appreciate several of them. Used correctly (to my opinionated mind, that is), most annuals are tolerable, and can even be quite enchanting, but I find that most off-the-shelf hanging baskets are so…. meh! Since I know that most all plants can be combined into stunningly beautiful creations, I wonder why they so rarely are – especially in these darn baskets. It’s kind of like cooking a bad meal – a waste of good ingredients. I have no idea what the people that put together your average hanging baskets are paid, but for the most part, it’s rather obvious that it’s “just a job”, not a creative pursuit. I know I’m probably overly picky, and that to the average joe (or joette) who just wants some “color” by their front door, they are perfectly fine. Anyway, I digress. The reason behind this rant is the combination that is this weeks Vignette. Stunning in its simplicity, it filled me with desire. Best of all, the ingredients are available at just about any grocery store with a garden section. Nothing rare or exclusive – they are as pedestrian as they come. Except used absolutely beautifully!
In this particular instance, I realize that my often verbalized categorical dislike of “annuals” is one of those rash situational responses that needs instant tweaking. I whole-heartedly LOVE the looks of the Dichondra intermingling with the Lysimachia. See, I said it! I’m opinionated, but I’m not afraid to admit when I’m wrong. I love and appreciate that the world is multifaceted enough in its possibilities to knock me down and humble me from time to time. And, what kind of person would I be if I couldn’t continue to reassess, to grow and to change? I imagine it will be a cold day in hell before I’ll get excited about the average hanging basket, but single out a few well chosen components, present them like this, and I’ll consider my opinionated ass kicked. And, for the record – I will challenge anyone to convince me that this lovely combo does not constitute “color”.