I love it. Quixotic. That is too cool. I love my gardens! I do, at times, look at them criticly. This usally happens after I spent too much time admiring formal gardens. At those moments I feel my failures. I am usually proud of my accomplishments. My gardens are quixotic. When I fell into a bunch of iris I planted them parrellel to the grapevines. I figure iris are short and the grapes would look cool as a backdrop for them. Yeah, right, reality is I had no idea where to put them but they were free and the area near the grapes was just sitting there so I put in the iris. I bought hostas on clearance. I really did not have time to break sod and make a place for them. There was a nice bare spot in the yard under the big oak tree because of the childrens wading pool. No sod to get thru so perfect place for hostas. There was a friend who when he pulled up in my yard the first time hollered out, " Hey, Maw, it looks like a park!" It was music to my ears. I do not have a formal landscape but it is definitely impulsive and impracticle. My taste may be eclectic or maybe I have commitment issues. I cannot commit to one plant type. I have a quixotic garden. Than you for the right word.