
by Elizabeth Dean
There is no accounting for taste, but there are some color combinations that one doesn’t love. Although I can remember a time with crayons when I loved yellow and pink side by side, one on top of the other, strong orange and pastel pink sets my teeth on edge.
What calls this to mind is the Jelena witchhazel now in full bloom out front. It is gloriously coppery orange and glows in harmony with the Hillside Winter Gold pine sited a bit farther out. This is a pine that you never notice until the temperature starts to drop and then it shines a brilliant yellow through the winter. It’s a satisfying combination and I wish I could claim credit for having understood just that 15 years ago. But as with much in our plantings it is happenstance.
Nor was I thinking about future visual combinations when I planted the deciduous magnolia Leonard Messel between Jelena and Hillside Winter Gold. Leonard has grown into a beautiful small tree. Good shape, clean foliage which turns bright buttery yellow
in fall and pussy willow fuzzy buds that tempt through the winter make up the back drop for the real show come early spring when the buds swell and begin to open.
The flowers are deep pink on the outside and white on the inside. The predominant color reads pink. Here’s the rub or rather the clash. Jelena stands orange next to Leonard as pink as he can be. They bloom at the same time.
Every year I struggle to decide which one has to go. I tend to think it has to be Jelena because she’s really too big for where she sits, but I can’t image yanking a mature witchhazel out. They take years to get of size. She also has sentimental value because I was inspired by Elizabeth Lawrence’s description of the one next to her front steps (it’s still there). And it looks so good with the yellow pine if you can just blot out the pink between.
I have been saved, or rather they have been saved by the odd fact that for the last two winters Jelena has bloomed her heart out for weeks before Leonard’s buds have even begun to fatten. I can’t figure the why of it. It’s been colder these winters and there was more rain in the summer and fall. Maybe they picked up on my threatening intentions and changed the dance.
Who knows? It makes my heart full to look out and see the orange with yellow behind fending off the grey wet chill of winter. I know that Leonard will not fail to declare spring and make my soul sing. I get my cake and to eat it too.
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