“America has its dream gardens, its parks of passions, where one thought, one obsession drives the builder (often a man of advancing years) to throw up structures as regularly and as randomly as a dog scratches for fleas. The irritation of obsession will never be satisfied; few of these parks were or will be completed. The very act of construction is the life force. When the building stops, the glory departs and we are left with the coral reef, perhaps beautiful to behold, but the heart is dead. It is then that the garden is most at risk, it can be torn down or replaced with roof-tops. Few of these gardens survive, and at most, are low-level tourist attractions….”

Gwyn Headley, President of the Folly Fellowship in England