An older couple lived just up and across our alley from us when we moved in. They had a lovely yard, with roses, peonies, vegetables, rhubarb, phlox, and much more that I can't recall. They had to move for some reason, and a younger family moved in. Over the next two years, they proceeded to mow the beautiful garden into oblivion, put up a fence, and now park their car in that area. I often wonder if they had any idea of the wonderful things they destroyed, and wished I'd known of their ignorance or apathy so that those poor plants could have been rescued.
When we first moved in, I tried to make a conscious decision to let whatever grow, grow, and to only get rid of what I knew to be weeds. Because of that, I've been rewarded with lily-of-the-valley, fairy lilies, grape hyacinths, day tiger lilies, asiatic tiger lilies, foxtail lilies, sweet peas, echinacea, irises, peonies, raspberries, ferns, roses, gaillardia, tall decorative gPublish Postrass, tulips, daffodils, three varieties of phlox, rudbeckia, and I don't know what else.
Suppressing the desire to impose your will can be very, very rewarding.
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