Scarlet Zinnias If an overgrown garden needs to be mowed or weeded, what's the damned point in doing it? The grass shall grow again, the weeds will make their murderous way to your beloved scarlet zinnias and undo their very meaning. Nothing can be perfect forever and therefore, nothing can be perfect. I envy those who have the motivation to keep their lawns mowed, bushes trimmed and flowers blooming; for my garden is unrecognisable. From the tabula rasa gardens that I was born in to, I have nothing to be proud of. No asters, cattails or palm trees flourish in my garden. I am swamped and trapped by the masses of deading pine trees, sickly yellow roses and the occasional begonia. Maybe I could do with a few more begonias. When I was born I had a lovely fir tree that I thought loved me; even that is crumbling from the tension and emotion and thoughts that escape over time. My garden is now inhospitable to any other flower, of that I am aware, and of that I am heartbroken.