I tend to be a bit peevish about certain plants in the garden. But I’ve got to tell you that the sight of chrysanthemums dotting the front yards of a lot of homes in my area to be distasteful: a bit like eating too many lollipops or cotton candy at an amusement park and ending up with a bad stomachache.
First, the way that most suburban folk use them is hardly artistic: at least 3 or 4 colors mixed in with each other in front borders, around mail boxes or any other place they can plant them. The jewel tones of rust, yellow and purple thrown together disorient my eyes. Continue Reading →