There are two kinds of gardener.
There is the kind of gardener who looks at all the Nicotiana that self-seeded around her garden and thinks how nice it is to have all the lovely flowers come up and she didn’t have to do anything except let them grow.
Then there is the other kind of gardener who looks at all those flowers that self-sowed all over the place and decides she should pull them all out because she thinks it looks like a bit of a mess. (Don’t be that kind of gardener.)
There is the kind of gardener who admires how big her fig has gotten over the years—without having to do much to it to get it to successfully overwinter—and doesn’t mind one bit that it completely blocks the garden paths on both sides of it.
Then there is the other kind of gardener who doesn’t like how big the fig has become. (I suspect no gardener in Zone 6 who has a fig that grows up from the roots each spring and gets that big is much of a gardener if they complain about it.)
There is the kind of gardener who becomes obsessed with a particular genus of plants and judges every garden space by whether or not it is a suitable location to add yet another plant of her beloved genus.
Then there is the kind of gardener who doesn’t quite understand how someone could become that obsessed with Viola or any other genus of plants. (Let those who have not done so, keep their thoughts to themselves.)
Which kind of gardener are you?