Have you ever seen a “garden” and wondered what happened? Neglect? Lapse in judgement? A moment of insanity? And when did people start putting plastic in their gardens? It seems strange, but that’s what people seem to want. They come to the nursery all the time and describe their ideal plant. “I want evergreen, remains 4 feet tall, flowers profusely, not too big, not too small, just right, glossy leaves, looks good in the winter, looks good in the summer, looks good in the spring, looks good in the fall.” Seems like they want a plastic plant. Nothing that might actually change and/or die. Both of the ‘gardens’ below I photographed in the Seattle area. The plastic ivy has a whimsical, devil-may-care attitude, and the forgotten lilies seem like they are struggling to finish a marathon, they may not make it to the finish line. Where do these gardens take you? Comedy or tragedy?