When I was a little guy and visited my Auntie’s home with my mom, everything was just so tidy, immaculate, perfect inside and outside. I well remember beautiful flowers, vivid colors and sharply contrasting white walls and green lawns.
In later years, as I ventured off into adulthood, I failed to stay in touch with my Aunt beyond the holiday cards and occasional phone calls. Along the way, my Auntie took pictures that I have just come across. The pictures were taken at a time (mid 80’s to early 90’s) that show the Shed is already walled up as is the Patio with the visqueen/tarp walls and bamboo poles. By this point the walls are not quite bulging yet, but the stuff has spilled into these outer vacuums and some photos depict what seems an inordinate amount of flowers. Is OCD gardening a reflection of that same malady of hoarding all manner of other stuff?
I know my Auntie took enormous pride in her yard. Eventually, she tired to a point where a half dozen pots satisfied her as long as the colors were there.