One summer, when I returned to Cornwall for a short break, someone said that I looked “pale and interesting”. What he meant was that I looked ill. Like a city person. Comparing and contrasting to those around me, it was painfully apparent that he was quite right. It wasn’t about lack of colour, it was about excess of pallor. I didn’t take it as a compliment.
One solitary Love in the Mist stood firm in the whipping wind. Faded by the weather, its fern-like collar still standing proud. Although so far we have only had minor frosts, much is beginning to cultivate a bleached out look. Pale and interesting. Still much more attractive than that city girl.
Off The Edge Gardening 
Pale and interesting; an apt description. I will remember it.
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Tactful I think!
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Lovely flower, one of my favourites that freely self-seeds on the plot. xx
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It is so beautiful, glad you have it seeding itself about.
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I spent the better part of a year working in downtown Toronto in the early nineties. There is a huge network of underground corridors lined with shops and restaurants, so you can get around without ever going outside. I was so pale that one of my colleagues took a look at me and insisted we had to go out for a walk so I could get some air.
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Very funny! Now I would imagine you have a healthy glow. 🙂
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Much better, thanks!
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Solitary flowers have a beauty that is hard to describe.
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I think it makes it easier to examine them in isolation. Something like that anyway. 🙂
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Lovely, but then I love all white flowers they are all pale and interesting.
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Do you have a “white garden”? I think they are very difficult, but very effective. I love white flowers too!
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