I first noticed the gardening term “volunteers” while reading a novel. I immediately took it and made it my own. I pictured little seeds jumping up and down, raising their hand: “I’ll grow! I’ll grow!”
My lemon balm sends volunteers all over the yard, as does my catnip. Sometimes I let them be, but usually I relocate them to a place that pleases me more.
The native sedum that my brother planted in my mom’s yard (that I stole a piece of) is spreading everywhere. Here I put a clump on an old stump. It’s happy as can be.
This crepe myrtle started a few years back beneath the mother tree. I transplanted it to fill up an empty corner.
But this yucca is the best volunteer ever. It came from a neighbor’s yard, I suspect, because I have not seen one elsewhere. It flew over the street and plopped down in the perfect place in the corner of a street garden.