As I posted yesterday, Pink is a high mountain to climb. There just isn't that much of it, especially if you've backed yourself into such a spacious corner as I have: My Pink Borders are sixty feet long, and yes, there are two.
So for me, pink includes anything else that goes with pink too: white, burgundy, silver, blue. If it fits, even tangentially, I'll take it.
Here's a white perennial, galega, that I'd never grown before. It seems just about perfect to me: almost four feet all, with eager fresh-green foliage that nobody eats, on stems that no one needs to stake. And it thrives in the heavy and often water-logged soil too. But of course, practical considerations are nothing if the plant isn't pleasing. No worries here: Could those white spikes of flowers be any more scintillating? They are about six inches long.
As always, there's a snake in this Garden of Eden: Out West, galega self-seeds horribly. (It was introduced out West because it's great forage—but you can't prove it by me. Then again, if my colony were outside the deer-fenced gardens, maybe it would be chewed to the ground tomorrow.) I've had no such self-seeding here in New England, and my beds are so large that they are weeded only sporadically: It's not like my galega doesn't have plenty of opportunity. It's so gorgeous I'd welcome some volunteers, actually. As is, I'll divide it instead to establish a colony in the other Pink Border. Only a dozen or two other indomitable successes, whatever the color, and my "Pink" Borders will finally be full.
BTW: Galega comes in—yes—pink, as well as pale blue. I'll get to planting more galegas next year.