The Royal Colour


I have a love affair with purple.  In the three years I have lived in this place I have endeavoured to convert most of the plants in the flower garden to shades of mauve to the very darkest of purples that kiss the edge of black.

I was most pleased with the sweet peas this year.

The Delphinium was a good choice too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The yarrow is a pleasing colour, but it is so invasive.  I ripped up a clump of if a couple of weeks ago.  Already the persistent missed roots are re-establishing themselves.

For fun, here is one of the top searches for ‘purple poems.’

“Purple Cow” is the name of a well-known poem by Gelett Burgess, written in 1895:

The original “Purple Cow,” from 1895

I never saw a purple cow.
I never hope to see one.
But I can tell you anyhow
I’d rather see than be one

Acts 16:14
One who heard us was a woman named Lydia, from the city of Thyatira, a seller of purple goods, who was a worshiper of God. The Lord opened her heart to pay attention to what was said by Paul.