|Here he's feeling up a globe thistle on the upper left, a cabbage on the lower left, and a fescue on the right.|
Did I plant this morning glory next to this cabbage, globe thistle, and fescue? The answer would be no. It just showed up there, as it has done every year since the fateful day, many moons ago, when I intentionally planted it. Once.
Even in places where I do intentionally plant it, like this pot on my deck, Grandpa Ott has to be restrained and told where to go.
|There's green garden wire in use here, guiding Grandpa up the window frame|
|The tulle on the pot--that's another story.|
|I think hosannas should sound across the universe every time one of these opens|
It's so worth it. You just have to put Grandpa in a place where you can control him.