A declaration for those who garden with meaning, not just mulch

We are not here to conform.
We are not here to obey.
We are here to curate—to compose—through leaf and bloom, shadow and light.

We believe:
That a garden is a place of narrative, not just nature.
That planting is a form of authorship; that borders are chapters, and plants are characters—some eloquent, some unruly.
That beauty arises not from order alone, but from the tension between form and feeling.

We exalt:
The singular plant that demands solitude.
The massed planting that hums with quiet power.
The interplay between strength and delicacy—between the Acanthus and the mossed rose.

We reject:
The tyranny of trend.
The cult of neatness.
The erasure of personality in pursuit of “good taste.”

We claim:
The right to think in tones, not just colours.
The right to design as a dramatist does—through contrast, through pause, through crescendo.
The right to change our minds, to reimagine the stage.

This is not gardening as utility.
It is expression.
It is care.
It is memory and myth, made visible.And if it works, it lives.
If it doesn’t—it becomes compost for the next act.