There was a time I would not have planted them--so old fashioned (maybe just common) were they. But two years ago when I planted a blue New Wave Petunia in my backyard and saw it quickly embrace a rock and then cover the ground around it, that could have been enough for me to never be without some. It was, however, the scent that cinched it for me. I decided to try something new with the planter this year and pulled out all the Pot of Gold and replaced it with red, white and blue petunias. It's given me much pleasure. Hub said he may have to take some. I don't know what color he'd take, but it's still those blue ones that pull me closer (and weeding isn't so much a chore, either!).
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