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:
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
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.