Seed grown orange gomphrena (globe amaranth) lights up the Sunnyside Garden.
Shut the door and close the curtain. I have to confess. I used to be a plant snob.
Orange and white gomphrena filled a gap left by the gaura that rotted.
I was convinced the only plants worthy of my garden were perennials. I stuffed my pots with annuals but had excluded them from my garden beds.
Cheap pink caladiums mingle with the 'Great Expectations' hosta that has yet to live up to it's name.
I was tempted, seduced by the permanence of perennials. They promised to be there when I needed them but they lie. They'll say anything to get a gardener to take them home.
I love these caladiums so much, I'm going to lift the bulbs and overwinter them.
But I've come to appreciate the honesty of an annual. When the going gets rough, they fall down and die and don't pretend they won't. It's a brief affair with no commitment necessary.
Coleus and Swedish Ivy (plectranthus) filled a spot in my shade garden left by the expensive variegated columbine that died. Again.
But maybe this is a good thing. Every summer you can pick a new love and start all over.
Annual lysimachia and New Guinea impatiens
'Persian Carpet' zinnias in one of my pots. Zinnias also grow in the garden beds.
A view into part of the shade garden featuring several annuals used to fill in gaps left by lily-livered, no-good, lying, yeah, baby, you're the best perennials.