Some plants just are not the shy demure sort. They may be told they are the secondary to the prima-donnas in the front of the border but they will not let their presence go unnoticed. Soon they will be sidled right up next to that precious little darling you so carefully placed next to that stone with the touch of sparkly pink quartz. No staying in place for these vigorous growers. But also no crying over soggy wet soil, or dried out hard clay under the baking sun, or the heavy competition of roots from mature trees. There are times when we need a garden thug.
