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.
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