For a Guy Who Does Not Like Pink

Along with the enormous benefits of having someone else having done all the work, there can be some drawbacks when you inherit a garden. Chances are the previous artist-in-residence did not share exactly the same aesthetic.
I have always been of the mindset to work with what you are given, it is part of the challenge. Where I have felt the impact of someone else's conflicting tastes has been with color selection.
A lot of the flowers in my Cabbagetown garden were pink.

Hardy Geranium front right

Hardy Geranium's blooms are discrete but pink nonetheless

Pink Spirea (bottom left) I eventually transplanted to the cottage for its stature as much as for its colour; it was simply too big to be at the front of the garden.
And let's face it, a good reason to say 'Echinacea' instead of "Purple Coneflower" is because the latter is somewhat misleading - the blooms fall more into the pink than purple camp if you ask me.
And way in the back some beautifully tall Asiatic Lilies that fell pray to hungry red lily beetles a couple of years ago.

And earlier that spring, this amazing Bearded Iris. Very tall and very sturdy, but for a plant named after the Greek goddess of the rainbow you might think the odds against me getting another pink bloom were in my favour.

In the back yard the Rose of Sharon on the left was pink.
As was the Weigela.
Unlike Beth at "Beyond the Garden" gate who has sung the praises of pink in a few posts, it is my least favorite color in the garden. Over time I replaced pink plants when they died, moved some to the cottage, and simply added many other colours so it became less prominent.
Every garden I have had, I have inherited and now that I have two blank canvasses (one of them in full sun!) with my new lasagna gardens the planning can sometimes feel quite daunting. One thing is for sure though, there will not be a fraction of the pink in the gardens I will plan from scratch as there were in their inherited predecessors.
I better get back to planning!