In my first garden, I carefully mapped out what I’d planted and where I’d planted it. I drew pictures and created a color-coded key that matched the stakes my kids had decorated. It was a thing of great beauty and organization.
Several weeks later, a perfect row of something started to grow in a space where there should have been nothing, according to my Holy Grail of Garden Maps. Worried I had forgotten a vegetable on my diagram, I let it grow because weeds don’t push through the soil in straight lines, right? For a month and a half, I let this mystery row grow taller and taller.
My neighbors, longtime gardeners, would stop over many evenings, beers in hands, admiring my seedlings, and complimenting me on the nice job…
