I just wanted to say that I really love my garden!
It's only little, but it still manages to have this wild, chaotic feel: the bulbs around the edges that burst into flower at random times, the little tomato plants that pop up spontaneously, the sage plant that greeted me one morning with a splay of purple petals, the families of bees, spiders and worms that call this place home.
I am gradually learning the art of coaxing, facilitating, making room...and getting used to the fact that I don't have full control of my plants. I also have to make sure I don't cause them damage. Like today when I was planting a climbing bean seed (5 cm deep, just past my knuckle), and I stood on a big broccoli leaf and broke it off. Sigh. Such as we often do, when we are trying to create.
I guess you can tell a lot about a person, by their garden. I tend to take a hands off, 'let's see what will happen' approach. There are no rows in my garden (except for the three sugar snap peas up the back): cauliflower rises up from a sea of self-sown coriander, which is nestled against a solo sunflower seedling. I bet a lot of people would go mad if they had my garden! But lots of people would go mad if they had my head.