Who knew that a little discrimination in the garden could be so funny. I enjoyed reading Elizabeth Licata's post on GWI about plants that she does not like despite the fact that quite a few of her least favorites grow in my garden. However, I laughed out loud when I went onto read the comments. Particulary, this very funny comment about the annual Dusty Miller. “Dusty Miller (Senecio cineraria). I hate it simply because of the name. It has nothing to do with the silvery foliage or habit. It's just So trashy. I picture a pregnant, shoeless woman with a cigarette in her mouth, standing in the door of her trailer. "There she is, there's old Dusty Miller." Now I know why I love Dusty Miller so much! In his book Green Places in Small Spaces, Kerwin Fischer is not afraid to tell you exactly how he feels either. He describes ornamental cabbage “as a gaggle of hideously pink “ornamental(s)” lining the front walk, waiting to expose themselves shamelessly to the hapless visitor.” That is an image that I am going to carry happily for a very long time.
Picture Credit - copyright 2006 John Fleming - no rights reserved
P.S. My mom thinks that Hanoki Falsecypress must be the father of Dusty Miller's baby and he abandoned her. Which is why she is living alone in a trailer, shoeless and smoking because her nerves are bad. No wonder I love him. He is a scamp!
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