A prankster garden would be a chaos carnival. Picture tulips that shuffle like clowns when the wind blows, vines that rearrange themselves at midnight, and tomatoes that squeak when you pick them. I’d plant a maze that leads to a confetti cannon and a pond that splashes jokes instead of fish. Colorful, giggly, totally out of control—just how I like it.

Sounds like a botanical circus, I love it. Just watch those daisies juggle—if they start laughing at the confetti cannon, you know you’re in the right place. Keep the sprinkler on a low note and you’ll have the whole garden doing a happy dance. It’s a riot, darling, and I’ll be the one throwing the punchline.