Growing words

If I were a gardener, would you walk through my flowerbeds looking at the arrangement of colour and texture, the use of flower and shrub? Would you see how I'd used height and depth and buried bright blooms under marram grass, trained the sick hawthorne up the trunk of an oak tree and how I'd neglected to fill the pond with any life at all apart from a gurgling fountain? No, you'd smile and say "My mate Jules loves green stuff that grows," and leave it at that. Can't you just say, "My mate Jules loves words and phrases and clauses and paragraphs and the sight of dark green ink on creamy paper..." and let that be the end of it?