Me: Disorganized and distracted California gardener who longs to cultivate effortlessly cool wildness.
If you are rangy, weedy, and overgrown, but with a hip, urban sensibility, you may be the garden I’m looking for. Prickly seed pods, tough root systems, and muscular stems a plus. Must be sophisticated enough for jazz on warm summer nights, but rough-and tumble enough to take the heat and the wicked cold.
I’m tired of pampered annuals that disappear the morning after and never call again. My ideal garden knows what it wants and isn’t afraid to go out and get it. I’m looking for plants that don’t seek anyone else’s approval and have the confidence to stand tall all year, even after they’ve gone to seed.
Must love wildlife. Must hate plant tags; alternative forms of signage a plus.
If this sounds like you, meet me in Chicago’s Millennium Park around sunset. No phone calls, please–my regular garden thinks I’m out of town on business. Discretion appreciated. You won’t be sorry.Posted by Garden Rant on August 25, 2008 at 5:36 am, in the category Real Gardens.