My garden’s a haven to what gardeners call “volunteers.” Some are the children of plants we’ve planted over the years and others are pilgrims to my alien shore that I don’t have the heart to starve, rip to shreds, or send out into a stormy sea.
The stalk is approximately five feet high. But it didn’t squeeze out the other plant. They’re living happily together.
May all your pilgrims be grateful for the protected soil they’re growing in! Even in a crowded pot, there is room to share.