My mother has been crafting, orchestrating, and maintaining this garden since my parents bought the house in 1987. It is her labor of love, and it shows. It is a wild garden, with paths running between blooming and overflowing expanses of vibrant and verdant bursts of life. She does not in the least bit believe in manicuring or over-organizing or anything like that. She sows seeds, and then cares for and feeds and comes to know each of her plants as she watches them grow in their own way. She uses them, too, taking their gifts and turning them into further art--she is a master of ikebana, Japanese flower arranging, and uses only flowers she herself grew.