Because we’re preparing to celebrate Halloween and Master Charles ATIU is peerless regarding the hybridization of the dark flowers, today we can enjoy several of the beautiest and darkest Moorea hibiscus flowers that I ever seen (and you can believe me when I say I saw a lot…)
I wanted to share to all of you another wonder of Moorea, namely NMMA Dracula’s Fiancee, one of many Charles Atiu’s masterpieces.
Registred with IHS more than a year ago, NMMA Dracula’s Fiancee is a 100% Moorea cross, between Moorea Moana Storm and Moorea Miti.
Although is a color hard to obtain in hibiscus, for the Master Of Hibiscus Colors, Charles Atiu, is a child’s play. Enjoy the beautiful Moorea brown blooms, along with the significance of brown in the color psychology.
Brown is a serious, down-to-earth color signifying stability, structure and support.
Relating to the protection and support of the family unit, with a keen sense of duty and responsibility, brown takes its obligations seriously. It encourages a strong need for security and a sense of belonging, with family and friends being of utmost importance.
The color brown relates to quality in everything – a comfortable home, the best food and drink and loyal companionship. It is a color of physical comfort, simplicity and quality. From a negative perspective it can also give the impression of cheapness and stinginess in certain circumstances.
Brown is friendly and approachable. It is loyal, trustworthy and dependable in a practical and realistic way.
Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer’s loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.
Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time’s deceit.
Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.
Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.”
― Ernest Dowson,