Captain's Log: Week Five - Help from the mothership

With all the rain, the plants grew a decided amount this past week, as did the blasted clovers.  My mother was up for a visit and even though she'd been here a little over a week earlier, we both knew she needed to look at the garden.  As soon as I opened the door to the garden and we both went in, she and I wordlessly began to weed around the vegetables.  I am prohibited from using the words we both used to describe clovers; however, I can tell you that when confronted with two infiltrators that as are yet unidentified, we agreed to leave them to see what comes from them.  Upon later reflection, her curiosity and mine aside, I realized she's not the one who may have to contend with whatever brazen, rogue plant it may be.  When I composted last year, broccoli and pumpkins made it in there and one of the life forms does kind of look gourdish... not in the mood for those again quite yet.  The other could be broccoli.  Or it could be a hybrid of some kind.  A broccolourd?