Saturday, March 20, 2010

Feeling Blue

I've pretty much got a one-track mind these days, and it has little to do with my garden and almost everything to do with the little bundle of joy who should be arriving in the next week or so. But that doesn't mean that I have completely ignored my garden, it just means I see my garden through rose-, I mean baby-colored, glasses.

As I look at my garden these days, I see that it is trying to tell me something that I've hitherto not known: whether I'm having a boy or a girl.

Blooming and perfuming the air like crazy are the Texas mountain laurels seen below and at the top of the post.While not technically blue, these blooms are pretty close to what constitutes blue in the gardening world.

Ditto for the blue, I mean grape, hyacinths.Next we've got the larkspur, which is on the verge of blooming and will definitely be blue: So far, that's three blue, zero pink.

Now we move to the less clear signs of gender. This iris bud should turn out more lavender than blue. Does that mean it's abstaining in the boy-or-girl debate?
The vast majority of my spiderwort seem to be leaning male, but these hot pink ones are desperately trying to get noticed:
This cutie is the bluest of all my blue plants and would be a clear indicator
IF it weren't named Veronica. A boy named Sue might be okay these days but a boy named Veronica? I don't think it'll happen.

And there's the baby blue eyes from Rachel at In Bloom, which really should be screaming boy:except for that pesky word "eyes." If the name were simply baby blue, then I could go ahead and buy some non-gender-neutral clothing. But "eyes" ruins my hypothesis. It's not even helpful in predicting the color of my baby's eyes. Aren't all babies born with blue eyes?

Of course, there is a distinct possibility that blue/purple flowers are my favorite and that I've perhaps planted the ground so to speak. But is it really a coincidence that the two pink roses I planted--Duchesse de Brabant and Belinda's Nightmare Dream--died? (I wasn't pregnant when I bought or killed them, but hey, maybe they knew something then that I didn't.)

In conclusion, after this scientific analysis of my blooms, I have decided that my garden seems to be suggesting that there's a 50 percent chance that I will have a boy.

Now if it could only be slightly more helpful in helping me come up with a potential name for a boy baby. Before next weekend, please.