Two fat quail grace the backyard, as they peck and push the dirt to reveal the little buggy critters that might be dinner. They stroll from garden spot to garden spot, an already green and living space. Their sweet gentleness allows the garden some breathing room and some space to spread out.
The clematis are big as dinner plates. The rosemary is seeking citizenship in a neighboring state. The roses are so exuberant that their limbs will not support such a plethora of pink.
Where do you go, when every sprout, every bud wants to go there too? Do you give them a turn? Or do you plan to make them bend towards your will.
Good luck with that.
Each living thing will be it's own self, in it's own way, in it's own time.
Best learn to live with it.