So many people want their gardens so perfect, everything in line, and every living thing besides the plants that were planted there dead. My garden is completely the opposite. My garden is beautiful and vibrant, and a habitat for several living creatures. I have 6 Dyanthis, 3 Cana Lilies, Carrots, Tomatoes, Radishes, Queen Anne’s Lace, Morning Glories, Some sort of purple flower, peas, beans, Sunflowers, and even a single Corn Stalk! Some of those things were planted last spring, but many of them-like the tomatoes, Queen Anne’s Lace, and the plant with purple flowers just decided to live there. It’s one of my greatest joys, and I can’t understand why people slave every day so that their gardens are absolutely perfect. Plants weren’t made to be perfect. They were made to be unique. Gardens aren’t only for humans to enjoy. Why can’t many people understand that?