A proud Italian mind has arranged them with white and red impatiens, the glass flowers or fiori di vetro, in Italian. A cunning mind too, that knew he could confide in the small and discreet leaves of this flower for the green of the Italian flag. Today, in the appropriate conditions of hot, half-shade, humidity and indifference, the white and red flowers swell and whip in soft masses, where not a single petal is spoiled or tired.
Exceptions to the rule are pink petunias and spotted begonias.
Abundant colonies of petunias have been planted here and there in the town. The same mind proved to be an elegant one choosing to leave them alone to explode in their pinkish splendour that hides a candy smell and sticky stems. One flower and one colour, something simple and refined for the dirty, sultry and now desert streets of Milan.
In the end, the mind reveals to be a traditional one. He ignored sophisticated and bold combination, as slender grass and airy verbena for example, to turn to common begonias. Their dangling flowers and long, shiny, spotted leaves are mixed with coloured impatiens in different shades of red and fuchsia. With a creative jump, he decided to arrange the ambitious impatiens in elegant bubbles, or better, in festoons among the begonias creating new perspectives and unusual geometries for the cheap plants.
I'm sure that now, the tired and sweated mind is on holidays. At nine o'clock in the evening, he waits for the dinner, standing on a terrace, in front of a smooth sea, with a glass of white wine, white linen trousers and the nose burned by the excess of sun.
Surrounded by crazy vases crammed with geraniums, coreopsis, petunias, ageratums, zinnias, phlox, celosias and all those yellow, orange, blue and violet colours he banned from Milan, will he be inspired or disgusted?
Next year, same place, same time we'll know.
I'll be away for a while. Thank for your attention and support.
Wish you holidays out of controll and a safe return.
I'll be here waiting for you.
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