I’ve really come around to zinnias. I used to think they were more trouble than their worth, a pretty-enough flower that try-as-you-might is inevitably covered in a shower of powdery mildew (a fungal disease that literally resembles a layer of white powder on your plants) by late summer. I accidentally grew a plant last summer, a cast-off from a TV appearance that I couldn’t trade off. It was a hot pink flower bloomed and bloomed all season long, becoming a much-appreciated punch of colour when the vegetable garden was in its infancy and a spark of hope when the drought was at its worse.
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