Low-maintenance gardens

The little hillside was perfectly content with its wildness once, proud of its brazen disarray. It was delightfully unkempt and blissfully uncultivated, dynamic and self-regulating, chaotic and biotic. It maintained a thicket of crisscrossing branches, a stockpile of leaf litter and a healthy collection of decaying detritus, just like the woodlands around it. It was one with the forest, a picture of nature. It was beautifully disorganized, untidily alive.