I'm back from the arctic tundra that was Northern Michigan—the last three days never climbed out of the 60s. Unfortunately, it was probably a bit more "seasonal" back here in NC. During my temporary bachelorhood while Mrs F and the girls are Up North I was tasked with keeping the garden alive. The garden consisting of four pots on the front steps: two tomato plants, a pot of herbs, and a green leaf lettuce plant. Oh, and beating back the invasive morning glory across the walk.
Before my departure the tomato plants were assuming sequoia-like stature while the viney interloper across the way had remained more or less unchanged over two or three weeks—never making the threatening moves Mrs F feared.
One week later, this is the botanical horror show that greets me...
The tomato plants and other potted desirables look straight out of the dust bowl, while the unwanted morning glory is thriving like kudzu on goddamn steroids. A closer look:
The actual fruit (vegetable?) on the tomato plants look fine, and hopefully the gigantic drink I gave them will bring the rest of the plants around. As for the morning glory...it appears to have strategically entwined itself all over each and every perennial Mrs F planted in the garden and will require delicate surgery to excise.