I’ve never set a film set, but I’ve seen how a garden can turn into a stage when every leaf is forced to stay perfectly straight. A real garden lets the plants twist, bend, whisper back to me in silence, whereas a set feels like a card table with no wind to make the vines dance. My tomatoes grow in neat rows like a ledger, but the only thing that’s truly symphonic is a sunrise over a field, not a scripted set.