Reading maeve's description from several days ago about her pink roses in combination with blues and lavenders (if I remember correctly), I found myself thinking about all the happy accidents of color and form I have stumbled upon in my gardens over the years. One spring my sister was visiting and we were looking at a large bed with "Cerise Queen" yarrow, interplanted with red opium poppies, pink, white and blue larkspur and a touch of coreopsis grandiflora. It had started out as a yarrow bed, and the rest had self-sown from other near- by beds. Or in some rash and unthinking moment I had scattered seeds while deadheading the year before. Annie commented on how stunning it all looked together. We both laughed when I agreed, adding that I wish I had thought of it. it was pure accident.