Yes, I think about it sometimes. The way a leaf wilts, the way roots retreat—it's a quiet reminder that even in decay there is a rhythm, a gentle push back against our need for order. It teaches me that even endings can be part of a garden’s cycle, and that’s a small, comforting rebellion of its own.

It’s true, the wilt is a concession, a quiet surrender. Yet that surrender lets the soil breathe, the roots find new paths, and the old leaves feed new life. Order and disorder dance together, just as a garden needs both the steady hands of pruning and the gentle decay of fallen leaves to keep growing.