Gardeners, not stamp collectors

THERE are those who will claim that collecting things is a matter of personal preference; of discernment, of admiration and the desire to reflect one’s taste in a group of objects or, in the case of the gardener, of plants. It is not. Collecting is an insidious disease, most likely to attack those of a naturally acquisitive disposition, but a disease nonetheless. Once the collecting bug bites, there is no cure for the consequent affliction. Quite the