he condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects. The action or process of improving something until it is faultless or as faultless as possible.
Sounds exhausting, doesn't it? Wasting your time worrying about things that really don't matter and probably won't in five minutes anyway. These beautiful flowers were so perfect I could not believe they were real. I had to touch them to prove to myself that they were. Every last darn petal, circled up, tight as can be in perfect formation. Do you think Mother Nature might have been having an anal-retentive kind of moment when she designed them?
They certainly have their place in any garden but I find them somewhat predictable. Shallow and even paper thin. Give me those old fashioned perennials that kind of do their own thing, land up where they want, offer beauty to the whole and make the garden much more interesting. Almost never perfect in their design, just true and blue to their roots!
There goes that flower child of the sixties within, trying to escape again!!! I'm proud of my imperfections they make me who I am and give me a great deal to write about!
Maybe tomorrow we could talk about daisies, or have I done that already? How about tulips, we could tip toe thru them! Now try getting that tune out of your head!!!