One of a couple of jobs I have is the operator of a small landscape business. I had a client for years, thankfully not any more, who is fabulously wealthy but also more than just a little odd. She insisted that none of her extensive gardens have any red flowers in them. At all. Fine, her choice. But one year I put in some mixed nasturtiums in a bed and they contained a few red ones. She flipped out – like Joan Crawford’s “No more wire coat hangers” in “Mommie Dearest” and ripped out the offending red flowers. NO RED FLOWERS!  she yelled at me. Funny thing is that I saw her new gardener picking up a special order of plants for her at the dock… and noticed a bunch of red flowers in the order. Have fun with that!