I am what is called a cottage gardener, as opposed to a formal gardener. I have no use or respect for symmetry. I do not engage in the manipulation of color that produces a synthetic harmony of shade and hue which is simply pleasing to some constrained sense of beauty. I plant things where my instincts tell me their heart longs to be. My gardens are chaotic; joyfully running riot toward wilderness.
The little orange flower featured here is a wild poppy. These can be planted where ever you can’t get anything else to grow, and they will seed and reseed season after season often cross pollinating to produce varied and unexpected shapes and forms in a tangled and magnificent mass of green foliage.