I’m constantly accused of not respecting boundaries, of letting plants take over spaces which some
feel should properly remain under the control of humans and not the plant kingdom. That
a sight which gladdens my heart, a pathway seeded with Spanish poppies, should be considered by
others a weedy, unkempt nuisance takes me by surprise — every year (ha!)

Papaver rupifragum lighting up the pathway at dusk:

In spring I always welcome the Last Days of Pompeii look, that teetering on the edge between control and
disorder, cultivation and neglect, which to my eye infuses a timelessness that’s otherwise not always easy
to attain. By early summer, I’m wondering where I left my machete.

Agave ‘Mr. Ripple’ broods over this eternal conundrum.

(Photos by MB Maher.)

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