27 May 2009
not quite what the doctor ordered
It’s a pretty little lily of the valley to be sure. You can almost smell the blossoms, and the white is so pure, so clean. I should be thrilled that the pips I planted and grew on the fire escape in the city are healthy and capable of producing these lovely flowers.
Well, I would be (and I mostly am), except for the fact that they’re supposed to be pink. I ordered three relatively expensive pips of Convallaria majalis Rosea from White Flower Farm earlier this spring; potted them up as soon as they arrived; and then counted the days until the buds appeared, swelled, and opened.
They’re not pink.
This is what they should look like (photograph courtesy of White Flower Farm)
I think it will be a good use of 15 minutes of my time to jot a note to customer service in the hope of getting a little satisfaction. I’m still kicking myself that I didn’t write to McClure & Zimmerman a few years ago to alert them to the sad fact that most of the 96 Allium moly I ordered turned out to be little better than chives. And non-blooming chives at that.