All gardens are a work-in-progress.

No garden remains static. Tulips and daffodils turn into brown tangles. The rose blooming today, morphs into hips tomorrow. The lush annual bed becomes a bouquet source for a three-year-old. A favored flower becomes prey for beetles. The third-year leaper is an unkempt mass by summer’s end.

The gardener intervenes. Design choices demand plant relocation. Growing trees and shrubs change light patterns. Plants sulk in the wrong place. Desire for perfection rears its ugly head.

But the garden continues progressing.


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