You create your own decoration. You choose your color, you choose your mood . . . (if) you are depressed, you put some bright yellow and suddenly you are happy.

~ Philippe Stark

Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot; others form a yellow spot into the sun.

~ Pablo Picasso

The Images

Bells of yellow abutilon share the fence line in our side garden with yellow roses. The camera is looking down on a pillow of Lady Banks blooms. The pale pistils of cream California poppies. The gorgeous swirl of the opening Elina rose. I love this image of how my hand can so simply block out the sun to protect an image of Lady Banks from sunflare. I think this must be a white ground cover rose. This last image is the darling quilled bloom of the mini Topaz Jewel.

While posting a picture to FB, I came across some pretty wild companions. They definitely hold their own with roses, as for what the roses might think? You tell me.

This iris is not all that unusual, rather dramatic here with Pink Pet in M. Wellan's LA garden. But take a look at the next shot . . .

This garden belongs to Marilyn's friend Evelyn. Verbena bonariensis has taken over amongst about a hundred roses. What a sight- I really started rethinking the possibilities.

Here in my garden, phlox and fuschia boogie with Oklahoma. Cutting back and pulling out are essential to keep up with these kinds of looks.

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it's because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music he hears, however measured or far away.

~Thoreau