In response to the church hierarchy's assertion that "Jesus never called women to be his disciples", in defence of an all-male priesthood, I once heard it said that was because the women came to join him without being called.
Our garden is a bit like that.
It has kale, which I planted:
— but nestling more cosily than it might wish among potatoes (which I did not plant) and some other thing that I can only guess might be foxgloves.
There is less kale than I intended because cats and foxes got busy in the spring and dug up most of my baby kale plants, but what remains keeps us in greens and struggles on valiantly despite being almost swamped by the potatoes —
— and by that thing on the left, which seen in full is this:
Yes. An absolutely massive fennel plant. We have good compost.
It's getting extremely difficult to walk round our vegetable garden. On one side the potatoes spill over the path, obscuring it completely. On the other side there's this climbing squash vine —
— which, again, I did not plant. It's travelled from the veggie patch right across to the house wall, wrapped itself lovingly round that (self-invited) fennel in a pot and is now heading back to the veggie patch. It's a bit of a challenge to pick my way across to the water butt, to give all these beings a drink in the evening.
I did plant these courgettes:
— but I've had to take off some of their enormous leaves that had covered some other, smaller plants entirely.
I suppose it's all good, and I've let them stay, but I'll be glad when the time comes to dig up the potatoes; and I tell you what, that fennel isn't coming back next year!