King Canute* is a case in point as are those people who stand to close to large trees during thunderstorms. Or have plastic surgery in order to reduce the wobbliness of their dewlaps and end up with skin the texture of an overboiled frankfurter.
However, many gardeners regularly defy nature by ignoring the sound advice given on the label or in the RHS Encyclopaedia of Plants and planting stuff where they think it will survive. The worst example of which I am guilty is doggedly and determinedly planting Meconopsis in Limey soil. I was convinced (driven by the optimism and careless confidence of youth) that the rules were not for me and that what I really needed was a drift of pale blue poppies marching away down the border as far a s the eye could see.
“Best in acid soil” trumpeted the label. “Native to the Himalayas” stated the books. “Pish and tush” said I as I wandered off into the limestone mists of the Cotswolds bearing trowel and plants. I do not blame my younger self one jot as the Meconopsis is thing of extraordinary delicate beauty and everybody who sees one will be instantly smitten. They are, however very fussy and do not take kindly to people messing with their growing conditions.
That said, it was an excellent lesson in life because, in the words of the Rolling Stones – You can’t always get what you want……(although it must be said that, if you try sometimes, you get what you need).
* when I was about ten I played the part of King Canute in version of 1066 and all that. It was a part that offered limited scope for the thespian but did involve my having a bucket of water poured over my head which was an excitement at that age. My next dramatic role was as Alice in Wonderland – with wig and cute blue frock.