Punintended Outcomes

I bought some petunias from the clearance rack at Lowe’s last week, which is where most of my annuals come from.

The tag on these particular petunias indicated that the blooms would be white, which was perfectly fine, I love all the colors. I spend money on perennials and shrubs, but annuals, are, well… annual. So I dig (no pun intended, but since it’s right here…) the Dead Plant Rack. Some don’t make it, but almost every plant I’ve ever bought off it has turned its life around and thrived once its basic needs are met.

More about that another day, probably, but this post is not about food and water and sunlight and universal healthcare.

This post is about surprises, and not always getting what you think you’re getting, and how, sometimes, what you get is even better than what you wanted.

I didn’t really care what color those petunias were, but I’ve often overlooked white blooms in favor of reds and purples and oranges and pinks. As I dig deeper (it’s like they write themselves!) into gardening, and learn more about shapes and textures and layering, I’m beginning to appreciate softer, subtler colors.

So, I was pleased that there would be a bit of old lace to decorate the velvety New Guinea impatiens and the bold zinnias and Gerber daisies.

And then they bloomed and they’re yellow! A lemon-buttery yellow, an old-fashioned yellow, a Sunny Day sort of yellow!

They make me so happy!

No big juicy thoughts today, just the seeds of an idea (I can’t help it at this point) to be scattered on this breezy Spring afternoon.

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