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I realize that this is anathema to say in print, but some people just take gardening too seriously. We have a neighbor who prunes and picks at his yard daily, leaving piles of brush right on the road. How does he even have anything left to work on?! Then there’s my other neighbor. She sings and plays her harp to her plants, moving from area to area until each flower has had a serenade. I’m sure they’re really fond of me. (Dripping sarcasm in that statement, in case you missed it.) I’m the gardener who throws some seed down and hopes for the best. If it doesn’t grow, I just repeat and again hope for the best. The wild, overgrown look is what I rarely go for but usually end up with. Here’s the general appearance of my “flower beds”: