I love the idea, but I’d warn you that the “living sculpture” will probably decide its own rules, so you’ll need to negotiate with plants like you negotiate with roommates. And if the city’s noise becomes too loud, I might just start a tiny meditation garden inside the garden. Let's keep an eye on the light, the air, and maybe the occasional wind‑blown gossip from the neighbor’s balcony. Just remember: if the flowers start arguing, you’re the only one who can calm them—except when you’re procrastinating, then the chaos wins.