
When I was younger I L-O-V-E-D pink. I remember having hot pink clothes, and light pink clothes, and all kinds of pink things. Being a redhead, pink was *not* a good look, but I didn't care. I liked unicorns, Rainbow Brite and Strawberry Shortcake too.

And then I turned into a teenager, complete with teen angst, headbanging metal-head, skulls and crossbones and owned nothing pink.

And then I became U.S. Marine, and I was a helicopter mechanic, and the word girly was not anywhere in my vocabulary. My perfume was jet fuel, engine oil and hydraulic fluid. My favorite color for clothes to this day remains olive drab green. And I think that I'm really getting daring if I wear something navy blue.

When I started planting gardens, pink was a taboo color for me. I had peach colored plants, yellow plants, purple plants, rust colored plants, and even lavender plants. But I was anti-pink. Then this year, suddenly pink started creeping into my garden. And the world didn't come to an end. ;) I blame
Grace, and her beautiful garden pictures. :)