What surprised me, as looked at these photos after uploading them, is how much latent PINK I have in my yard. In 1999, when I started to figure out what we would plant here, I told my gardener friend Colleen, who was helping me, that it was the one color I wanted to avoid. “I like yellow, orange, red — the brights.” Interestingly, though, over time the yard has developed into a show of mostly green and white, with spots of summer color here and there, which all burnish into pink as it fades in October.
And I have come to love this past-its-prime color. “Pink” doesn’t do it justice.