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.

