MORGAN and Kim longed for a house with a garden. When they finally secured one, they spent every weekend outdoors, weeding, pruning, mulching, mowing. Eventually, however, pride in their garden gave way to fatigue and resentfulness. ‘It’s like painting the Harbour Bridge,’ complained Morgan. ‘It’s never done.’ So they decided to let nature take its course. It took a different kind of discipline to adjust to the creeping wildness—and to the written complaints from their neigh-bours. In time, however, they dropped deckchairs into the wheat-long grass and, while sipping cocktails, marvelled at nature’s untameable beauty.