Finally, I garden to belong, in this case, to a universe of Plant Nerds. A little botanic Latin and a willingness to crawl on your knees, and you, too, can belong. I can't go there. Specifically, one of the E. characias ssp. Succulent blue-green foliage, alien chartreuse flower heads, and a shape that moves like a slinky through the garden, boing, boing, boing.
Gardeners are no exception.
This unreasonable assumption undermines our common sense and creativity. It's also a set-up for being wrong. Gardening is play.