Clarkia rubicunda 'Shamini' with Agastache cana last JULY.
I'm attracted to opinionated people. Opinionated gardeners, all the better. Perhaps this is why Teza and I get along famously. His mantra is something akin to, "It's my blog and I'll rant if I want to." Case in point: a no-holds-barred constern-atious diatribe on garden magazines that foolishly waste precious space on outdoor living accouterments such as BBQs, patio furniture, etc. Yep. I agree.
Admittedly, I'm not always so brave in revealing my opinions to the entire world. For one thing I don't want to get fired from my money-making writing-gig. I'm not really interested in offending you, my beloved blog readers either so hopefully none of this is taken too seriously. That said, when I read Christine's Last Frontier Garden blog post on "tarp-itis" I knew I had to add my two bits.
Yes, tarps are all the rage here in western Oregon. Abundant rainfall seems to be the only required justification for employing these tacky pseudo-fabric eyesores. As Christine pointed out, the ubiquitous neon blue, [easily recognizable from an airplane window at 35,000, and I daresay the space station] is not a color found in nature. What executive sitting behind some desk in some high rise in, say, New York City, [in other words, completely out of touch with the outdoors] had the color say?
Last Sunday, in the pursuit of blog post fodder, I went drive-by shooting. I thought the photo below was nice. I've admired this little street-side oasis from its inception a few years ago. But with eyes [and ears] immune by familiarity, I didn't catch wind of the alien megalomaniac with its head peaking over the fence silently screaming, "get me in your shot!"
You know the old saying, "when you point a finger at someone, remember that three fingers are pointing back at you"? Well, yeah. Maybe green isn't quite as grotesque as neon blue. [Perhaps the NYC dweller was listening after all.] Still, isn't my compost heap's wrapper not just as tacky? I fear I too have a case of tarp-itis. Sorry Christine.
Admittedly, I'm not always so brave in revealing my opinions to the entire world. For one thing I don't want to get fired from my money-making writing-gig. I'm not really interested in offending you, my beloved blog readers either so hopefully none of this is taken too seriously. That said, when I read Christine's Last Frontier Garden blog post on "tarp-itis" I knew I had to add my two bits.
Yes, tarps are all the rage here in western Oregon. Abundant rainfall seems to be the only required justification for employing these tacky pseudo-fabric eyesores. As Christine pointed out, the ubiquitous neon blue, [easily recognizable from an airplane window at 35,000, and I daresay the space station] is not a color found in nature. What executive sitting behind some desk in some high rise in, say, New York City, [in other words, completely out of touch with the outdoors] had the color say?
Last Sunday, in the pursuit of blog post fodder, I went drive-by shooting. I thought the photo below was nice. I've admired this little street-side oasis from its inception a few years ago. But with eyes [and ears] immune by familiarity, I didn't catch wind of the alien megalomaniac with its head peaking over the fence silently screaming, "get me in your shot!"
You know the old saying, "when you point a finger at someone, remember that three fingers are pointing back at you"? Well, yeah. Maybe green isn't quite as grotesque as neon blue. [Perhaps the NYC dweller was listening after all.] Still, isn't my compost heap's wrapper not just as tacky? I fear I too have a case of tarp-itis. Sorry Christine.
Okay, I can admit my faults. This makes the ranting okay, doesn't it? Christine has devised a unique new monthly feature. I would like to be a regional representative. Look for hers and then my TARP OF THE MONTH feature. Anyone else game?
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