The stalwart white petunias are no longer alone and no longer colorless. They have cheerful orange and purple violas (or Johnny Jump Ups) to keep them company. In pigments (such as paint or dye) white is considered to be a non-color (though in light, it contains all the colors). To an artist who paints in vibrant colors, white by itself just isn't enough. However, white petunias seem to have the most wonderful fragrance of all their fellows, so they usually find a place in my colorful world.
The petunias, though amazingly hardy in the face of several frosts, were nonetheless battered by an unknown assailants—probably snails or slugs. With trimming and new color, the whole garden-in-a-pot looks a lot better. I hope the slimy eaters don’t like violas.
I had bundled up in jacket, hat and scarf to venture out for the transplant but soon realized (after greeting a neighbor who probably wondered) that it was far warmer than I thought. Huh. Oh well, no problem; I easily remedied the situation by unbundling.
