If someone had asked me a few hours ago, “What kind of flowers do you like?”, I probably would have said, “I dunno, roses, but only the fragrant ones. Not sure what else… Stargazer lilies, I like those.”
But that was before I spent the past couple of hours sorting my still-too-humungous seed collection. Even after giving away about 2/3 of my seeds (by volume, at least) I still have, um, a lot. Folks that expressed interest in having me do gardening at them, I’ve got you in mind, no fear.
Sorting through the flower seeds, I realized that I have definite favorites, based on combinations of colors, scent, ease of growing, and just plain “I really really like that”. I have so many different kinds of poppies that I had to start an envelope just for poppies, though I tossed the 3 kinds of cosmos in there too. Zinnias, I have scads of kinds of zinnias. There are my buddies the cornflowers, still going from an infinite number of packets from a $5 shoebox jammed with diverse seed packets that Mike brought home one day a couple years ago from a flea market.
I think “cottage garden” is the unifying theme on the flowers I like. Nasturtiums, gladiolas, zinnias, dahlias, poppies, sweet peas, cosmos, it’s all that kind of thing. I rarely make bouquets, even though I picked most of my flowers (omg, did I just say ‘picked’?! gah!) to be kinds that require cutting or deadheading in order to keep blooming.