a sunday in the overgrown garden

after lulling about nearly all day, except for one minor spurt of energy, i was given some advice: sit on the porch, grab a beer, a premium one if i wanted (i guess that means anything thats not homebred), and read.

instead, i did some potting, pet one of the the neighborhood cats that we named Ang (until he started swatting me a little too playfully) and then, i relaxed on the porch with a beer and tried to start some new vines, morning glory and sweet potato.



its the best time to work outside in florida; a little bug spray, and you can take advantage of the fading light to take care of just about anything in that last hour - mowing, planting, weed-whacking, edging...

ang was just content to watch me. you can see the disarray under the bench, and the rest of the garden is not much different. everything has gone wrong - the tomato plants look sad, watermelons burst before reaching a good size, corncobs turn brown in the husk and the giant radishes, while very tall, yield no radishes... still, my zinnias grow tall and straight, with colors hard to describe and the marigolds are vibrant. its overgrown, but green. its wild, but beautiful.

chris, any idea what this plant is?

my view from the backporch