Horace loved those salmon colors so; I’d say to him, ‘If I want red, give me red; a fat red rose. And if I want white, give me white, a tall white lily; and don’t bother me with all these in-betweens and would-be-pinks and almost-purples that don’t know what their mind is. Rhody’s a mealymouthed plant,’ I’d say to Horace, ‘she does have a brain, so she gives you some of everything,’
