If there is one thing I've learned gardening over the years, it's that plants seldom do what you expect them to do, and almost never give you the kind of garden you have in your mind's eye. And they apparently can't read, either, because they simply seem to ignore what the catalogs say about them. Nor do they pay much attention to what the nurseryman or garden expert says they should do. They either grow well under conditions that they are supposed to hate, or die immediately if you treat them tenderly with the right soil and everything they are said to love. They bloom at the wrong times to be good companions to each other, in spite of the catalog pictures, or infiltrate and choke out their neighbors and then romp merrily under fences, walls and sidewalks to grow in neighbors' yards, completely abandoning your own nice sunny borders to live under a black walnut tree in the shade.
Plant This: Moonflower vine for moonlit nights
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