Sometimes, plants are like children. Greedy, antisocial children. Children like Boris.
Last year, we tried planting some seeds indoors. The seedlings impressed us at first, growing prosperous-looking plants, but ultimately failing to bare fruit.
Imagine how we felt when we saw Boris, then. To put this into context, the photo you see here is after the flower bed has been rotated 180 degrees. One day ago, this plant was in the face of the neon light it regarded as The Sun/God. 180 degrees later, it's travelled three times the length of any competitor to absorb as much light as possible.
We worry about Borris, though. Say what you will about his sheer gumption to absorb sunlight, but sometimes the greedy grasp for too much too soon.
Or. Something. Not that I'm an expert in plants at all.
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