As the days lengthen, however imperceptibly, shades of yellow and green hold the promise of spring. That must be why it's all I want to see right now - yellow orchids, green leaves, and especially green flowers.
Red is too bold, too brazen; it makes the winter light seem even thinner and skimpier than it already is. Pink doesn't glow with the same warmth as yellow and green. Purple, pretty as it can be, is too murky to lift your spirits on a gray day.
Which is why I love yellow hellebores (like the one above) the best, even though icy white ones show up so well in the garden, and the deeper shades of ruby-pink and purple, especially when the petals are freckled, take your breath away with their beauty.
It's shades like butter and chartreuse, leaf and soft gold that I turn to now. Even blazing chrome yellow forsythia (did a less subtle color ever exist in nature?) looks fabulous against cloudy skies. We instinctively seek every drop of sunlight, every hint of it, we can find this time of year...
So I have a yellow orchid, centered in warm pink, and planted into a chartreuse pot, on the table by my front door. Paired with a muted landscape by Russell Chatham, the sweet-faced orchid cheers me up every time I look at it.
In my yearnings for spring, I'm so susceptible to green, I even bought some spidery mums. I chose a ribbed, matte black vase to ground the arrangement, and to keep the bunch from looking too sweet...
I chose the fluffy filler for its very different texture and nearly identical color (some hothouse variety of hypericum??). Paired with the mums, it makes for a double hit of highly textural green..