Roger no it's not. I think West Parley closer to one of TWO's other members in the Forest who might know more? I doubt it's accidental though.
But a couple of years ago in August I climbed onto my shed roof to paint the felt with bitumen and was able to look into the neighbours garden. The corner I saw had a lovingly tended crop of cannabis in the corner, far bigger than those in the West Parley planters. When my neighbours saw me on the roof within fifteen minutes the lot was gone. The enforced garden makeover was worthy of Ground Force which they must have hated me for. You see they're not keen gardeners. Nothing this year in that corner. I've just had a look 
I have cultivated this plant on a large scale though which bears more than a passing resemblance to cannabis.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vitex_negundo
I did not really think it was you, Nick! Some years ago I was taking a small wildlife group around a local nature reserve and the kids found several pots with cannabis plants, all neatly labelled in a rather familiar scientific style that made me think it might be the work of a former pupil! We got some nice photos of the club members next to our local PC with his arms full of skunk pots. The kids were delighted.
John Steinbeck told a story of someone growing "muggles" in the municipal flowerpots. Sweet Thursday as I recall. I'll see if I can find it....
Ah - here it is:
"...With the help of Father Murphy, who had influence in the city government, Joseph and Mary found himself the possessor of a city job, a position of dignity, with a monthly check to be cashed without fear of fingerprinting.
The Plaza in Los Angeles is a pretty square, ornamented with small gardens, palms in great pots, and many, many flowers. It is a landmark, a tourist center, a city pride, for it preserves a Mexican-ness unknown in Mexico. Joseph and Mary, then, was in charge of watering and cultivating the plants in the Plaza - a job that was not only easy and pleasant but kept him in direct touch with those tourists who might be interested in small packets of art studies. Although Joseph and Mary realized he could never get rich in this job, he took a certain pleasure in being partly legal. It gave him the satisfaction most people find in sin.
At about this time the Los Angeles Police Department had a puzzle on its hands. Marijuana was being distributed in fairly large quantities and at a greatly reduced price. The narcotics squad conducted raid after raid without finding the source. Every vacant lot was searched from San Pedro to Eagle Rock. And then the countryside was laid out on graphing paper and the search for the pointed leaves of the marijuana went on in ever-widening circles: north past Santa Barbara; east to the Colorado River; south as far as the border. The border was sealed, and it is well known that muggles does not grow in the Pacific Ocean. Six months of intensive search, with the cooperation of all local officials and the state police, got absolutely nowhere. The supply continued unabated, and the narcotics squad was convinced that the pushers did not know the source.
Heaven knows how long the situation might have continued if it had not been for Mildred Bugle, thirteen, head of her class in Beginning Botany, Los Angeles High School. One Saturday afternoon she crossed the Plaza, picked some interesting leaves growing around a potted palm, and positively identified them as Cannabis Americana.
Joseph and Mary Rivas might have been in trouble but for the fact that the Los Angeles Police Department was in worse trouble. They could not bring him to book. How would it look if the newspapers got hold of the story that the Plaza was the source of supply? that the product had been planted and nurtured by a city employee, freshened with city water, and fed with city manure?
Joseph and Mary was given a floater so strongly worded that it singed his eyelashes. The police even bought him a bus ticket as far as San Luis Obispo."
https://www.you-books.com/book/J-Steinbeck/Sweet-Thursday
Roger
p.s. liked your plant BTW.
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