do like a plant with good manners. Take the basket–of–gold alyssum, for instance. It
never assumes it has the run of the garden, as sundrops do, or lily–of–the–valley, or creeping Jenny.
We both knew the lupins would sprout among the daisies, the daisies would die out at the centre, and the geraniums
would spread like a bad cold, my careful design undone.