I love a pretty, wild garden like this. My husband hates it. This year I won.
The double impatiens like miniature roses, the cup-like leaves of violets, pretty even after their brief blossoms — it wouldn’t fool any knowledgeable person, because it’s obviously not native wildflowers naturally consorting under the crape myrtles. I am not knowledgeable, though, so I like it a lot.
On the other hand, I got no back garden at all, only tubs lined up neatly around the patio. My husband’s equal time. I foiled him by planting things in the tubs, though, and when they bloom, they might be just as wild and riotous as this.