I don’t plant anything in rows. I like squares and clusters. Where I don’t plant, I like letting new plants spring where they think they will do best; and where I do I like to make it look as if the plants put themselves there. So what am I to think when I let collards volunteer whereever they like, and they turn out all in a line?
Check it out: a little one in the foreground, a big one, another big one by the mulberry tree, and—you may have to take my word for it—another little one beyond the mulberry tree. Weird.
At least collard #5 is doing the free spirit thing.
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