I love the rustic simplicity of Oxeye Daisies. A clump comes up near the big bed every year and in a few other scattered locations. One year one of my MIL's neighbors converted her acre lot to an Oxeye Daisy meadow. It looked marvelous. My MIL disapproved however when the Oxeye started to go to seed. Oh the horror! A lawn that wasn't mowed to within an inch of its life! Sorry, and I will not mince words here, but I really HATE that attitude.
One day I may go into more depth as to why I do hate that outlook so much, and the story behind the sign we bought (as a joke) for the vegetable garden.
Last week a seemingly innocuous event occurred that unfortunately got under my skin. The mail lady drove to the house to deliver a package and said to me "It looks nice here now that everything's blooming." Sounds fine, right? Yet it irritated me. I relayed the message to DH and asked if I was being morbidly sensitive. Even he said, "Well, that could have been phrased better."
Don't get me wrong. In case you might think I have a swelled head, I don't think my garden looks good all of the time, or is even anywhere in the ballpark of perfect. Heck, it's not even close to being finished. There are times in summer in between mowing and during drought when it looks like a mess. Places in the garden that I have yet to bend to my will, or discovered what can grow there that I like. Still, I don't really need for someone else to tell me that.
But if I told you some of the things that people have said (and with such surety of themselves), would you believe it? Or have a similar tale of your own? I hope not.