Reluctantly, he agreed. Dandelions soon thrived in the narrow space. The grass grew taller. Other weeds crowded in. It was a mess.
However, I could see, rising up like fuzzy alien pods on slender stalks, the reason for my insistence on clutter. First one, then another, and then a glorious chaos of the deepest orange burst into bloom as poppies - POPPIES - came into being.
How glorious they are. If I had been more intent on perfection and control, I would have mowed them down.
There is a lot to be said for imperfection.