The time comes each Summer when I prepare to be overrun by the plants. A time when no amount of pruning or trellising can reign growth in.
A mindful acceptance of this reality is key, as I have learned. There is no turning back now.
I have seen proof of different techniques that do not result in complete mayhem amongst the garden beds. Tall and quiet tomatoes growing in a perfect line up to the sky. Bush beans in defined and amazingly straight rows. Pristine walking paths that can only be a result of the quick removal of volunteer plants that dare to sprout and obstruct the way.
It could be that I am not cut out for the business of growing food for anyone other than our family and friends. I may find that the only way to make any kind of profit necessitates a more calculated approach. For now, I live in the idealistic phase of a first year market gardener, where love's labor means everything. And the plants are free to just do their thing.