We made our last visit to the nursery for this season, looking for some flowers for a hanging basket by the front door. We both love fuchsias, but wanted to add something to the center of the pot for height interest. When I selected a beautiful pink geranium, the owner of the nursery looked at me I was the biggest moron he had ever met and said, "I wouldn't mix geraniums and fuchsias".
Rick thought the guy was saying that they were incompatible and might start World War III. I understood him to mean that these two flowers wanted different growing conditions. So what, I thought. I liked the way they looked together and bought them anyway. Rick was pleased that I was willing to "live on the edge" with my flower planting decisions.
Anyway, the basket looks beautiful. Rick is waiting for WW III to start. I'm waiting for it to get a little fuller so I can get a great picture to bring to the guy at the nursery. Pffft.
Here's a close up of one of the hanging blossoms that make fuchsias so special.