When I asked my mother what contrary meant, she explained that it was a word used to describe someone who didn't do things the way everyone else did. I liked that idea! Being contrary meant you could be different.
As the years passed, I realized that Mary was being hard to get along with, she simply wanted a garden that grew wild and free. No neat rows and carefully coiffed hedges for her!
Inspired, my garden is a WILD-erness, too! Here are some pictures to brighten your day, along with the poem.
Mary, Mary, quiet contrary
How does your garden grow?
With cockershells and silverbells,
And pretty maids all in a row.