big sky coneflowerI was driving innocently (okay, not so innocently) down the street a year or so ago and was struck dumb(er than usual) by a purple coneflower that was…orange? Bright pastel orange. Some strange mutant coneflower plant and if there is one there are sure to be more mutants on their way. What to do…rush home and gather friends, family, and children and head for safety? Would the mutants find us? Better yet, before allowing panic to overtake me, I would go seek an expert, a sage, if you will. So I went to Google. Indeed, as I feared there were more mutants but thankfully not big scary monster bear-mutants, only coneflowers, the product of years of effort by Atlantan Richard Saul. Named Big Sky Coneflowers, these coneflowers are the product of hybridizing purple coneflower, Echinacia purpurea, with Echinacia paradoxa.

To date, there are several Big Sky Coneflower to choose (to run away) from: Big Sky Coneflower Sunset (burnt orangey), Big Sky Coneflower Sundown (russett-orange), Big Sky Coneflower Sunrise (lemon yellow). While all of these varieties cause facial tics to appear in my normally serene countenance, I especially despise the cool citron yellow of Big Sky Coneflower Sunrise…Coneflowers and their ilk are symbolic of the warmth and lazy hope of summer…the colors are warm, golden, fleeting.

You might say in response that I’ve gone too far this time (some, indeed, may say I haven’t gone far enough). After all Big Sky Coneflowers are just another example of our breeding and hybridizing to make better flowers; indeed, there are hundreds of roses on Gardenmob that were the product of often vicious hybridizing efforts. To which I would replay touche’, but…it is not the hybridizing that I object too. It is believing a plant is worth something for the novelty factor. What else can recommend Big Sky Coneflower? Pastel flowers? By introducing Big Sky Coneflower will the majesty that is native purple coneflower be blunted? Hardly, but there is a mockery here and it is us.

Our gardens represent our values; they represent what we stand for and believe, even if it is the simple nobility of liking dirty hands or pretty flowers. Roses haven’t been in a naturalized form in most of our landscapes for decades or centuries, unless we go to the rural parts of our land. Echinacea is wild. Echinacea is the prairies. Echinacea is freedom. Now, it has been bent into a parody of itself, only we are the joke.

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