I've passed by this garden
frequently, as Charlie and I wander in the neighborhood. I always thought it to be a messy garden but
in my view a good sort of messy, with lots going on. Charlie and I met the gardener this
morning. I didn't get her name so don't
know if she might be Mary, Mary quite contrary, but we talked long enough for me to learn that she is a bit of a contrarian at
least about keeping a garden. She didn't
take offense when I told her about liking her garden, for its messiness, after a moment thought, she responded that she likes to think it is
natural.
