A garden is a complex of aesthetic and plastic intentions and the plant is to a landscape artist not only a plant - rare unusual ordinary or doomed to disappearance - but it is also a color a shape a volume or an arabesque in itself.
How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes such enchanted musical instruments as the ears and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.
Left to themselves things tend to go from bad to worse. Murphy's First Corollary If you tell the boss you were late for work because you had a flat tire the next morning you will have a flat tire.