the gardens of putt-putt

Last year, Partner and I visited Graceland. 
 
Elvis is buried in a garden that comes right out of the Putt-Putt school of landscape, with little iron fences and blocky concrete water features.
 
No orange that I remember -- the true sign of the putt-putt school, but there were other bright colors.
 
Fake gardens.  There's a house I pass each day that is full of fake garden stuff, used to create an outdoor space, with lava rocks and out-of-sync features like Victorian lamps and roman statuary.  
 
But as a kid I loved the putt-putt world -- those long rectangular water features could have been the fountains of Spain's Alhambra gardens.  Of course, they were not, but that was about as close to public garden architecture as we had.  Putting the little metal fences around grass was the formal style. 
 
I think my learning and experiencing through life about what is a garden or what its potentials are started on those fake greens of the putt-putt with the baby blue painted concrete fountains.