Every year these dahlias come up and I think, "What was I doing, planting these boring pinkish-white dahlias in a garden that’s supposed to be all orange and red and purple?" In fact, they were probably mislabeled, because I have never been a pale pink kind of gal.
But then enough of them bloom at once that I can cut five or six and do this with them. Damn.
And so, having earned their keep for another year, they’re allowed to live. So what if they don’t match the rest of the garden? Color schemes are overrated, anyway.