“In my garden there are now purple roses, red roses, even yellow roses… But not orange. I draw the line at orange.”
Katherine Swift – The Morville Hours
Since writing my last post on Calendula a few days ago, I’ve been noticing even more than usual how cheerily beautiful these flowers are. In fact, every time I walk through the garden I stop to appreciate their intensity of colour, which like the sun, rather than detracting from the other softer-hued blooms, seems only to enhance their radiance. However it has come to my attention of late that many gardeners consider orange flowers some thing of a faux pas. Perhaps seen as garish and lacking in modesty amongst the gentle pinks, blues and whites of many popular garden flowers, several writers I have been reading recently seem to have taken against the use of orange in the garden. Even the equally exuberant yellow and red flowers get a better press than the orange.
Well call me tasteless, lacking in class or otherwise aesthetically impaired if you will but I adore orange flowers. Some of my favourite bits of the garden are populated with orange.
Like these nasturtiums and Californian poppies.
I also love these little crocosmia, the only flower that was already in the garden when we moved in.
Those who read this blog regularly will have heard me rave about my lovely little rose ‘Warm Welcome’ and I’m getting much pleasure from the softer apricot tones of ‘Lady Emma Hamilton’ too.
I think the vibrant hued oranges blend beautifully with softer shades like this creamy peach rose with the nasturtiums.
I love planting oranges alongside mauve or blue flowers, like the crocosmia with this blue geranium. I think I get this from my Dad who always grew mountains of love-in-a-mist with Californian poppies.
And to make matters worse, I even like oranges and pinks together!
When it comes to matters of taste, it seems there’s no hope for me at all.