I garden neurodiverse

„In my little garden I let flowers blossom that a pale eye won’t notice“ is my reflection on something that made me sad lately.

It’s not just that we lost connection to nature but that we don’t even see its beauty and so try to fix it.
I came to realize that the way I garden is just as neurodiverse as I am.

I remember as a child, whenever I felt like I dont fitted in, I would step into our garden and would immediately feel better thinking
„they are just ok the way they are maybe I’m also ok just the way I am“.

I remember having to smile every time I saw something that wasn’t usual, like a tree that decided to grow diagonally
or the dandelion that would somehow show up in the forest.
I remember giggling and thinking „that’s just who they are“.

I still think about my plants that way.

The plants and I are surprising each other daily in what shows up. I won’t ever force them to be something just because it looks neat or appropriate. All plants have their purpose, and I want to learn everything about that. If you just look at the stinging nettle on its own, you are erasing the ecosystem that every tiny piece is part of.

I’ve always had my way with plants and know some things about permaculture, but I guess some will just see this as a big fat mess.
Guess you would throw me on the compost, wouldn’t you?