WHOA.

It was even worse than I imagined!

Overgrowth? HA! The garden was ready to eat the house!

Weeds? Taller than the overgrown shrubbery!

The roses I worried about did succumb, covered and choked by giant plants. There were also some unexpected, unexplainable casualties. 

We're talking The Secret Garden (Frances Hodson Burnett) overgrowth in a period of six weeks or so, not that it wasn't already headed in that direction. There were roses next to that lantana! 

​Where to begin? Anywhere, really.

​I think certain basils can be just as bad as mint or purslane, which seems crazy since we enjoy eating all three!

Joseph and I have already launched our counterattack. Barely unpacked, both still jetlagged, and he has remnants of a cold. But this is unacceptable.

I did wonder for a moment if I even deserve to have a garden. It's not about deserving, though. It's about home and life and passion. 

I don't doubt that it's going to be a monumental challenge to control the weeds and weedy plants (looking at you, basil) moving forward. They enjoyed full reign and won't give up easily. But move forward, we will. 

​I've already ordered cool season vegetable seeds.

More soon! It's great to be back!