Immaculately kept gardens are a drag. When I look at a flower bed I want to and see big, discernible, chunks of compost. I like to find a nascent plant on the brink of 'going invasive' and also be surprised to see the plant that's been declared dead come back up from plant hell. This week we enjoyed the hot, wet air of the National Botanic Garden. It wasn't to see fake looking real plants, but to be wowed by their Christmas display (Thomas the train whirling around plant constructed Thumbelina style fairy houses.)
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