It's a Jungle Out There

It took several hours of stooping, tying, untangling tendrils and trying not to step on plants, but the sweet peas are now strung up on their tepees.  As happens every spring, they went from tiny seedlings to vast sprawling monsters in the course of a single night.   


In name, this raised garden is a vegetable bed.  Tell that to the sweet peas, cornflowers, field and California poppies and alyssum that duke it out there every spring.  I'm a bit too soft-hearted to be an effective gardener.  It's difficult for me to  weed out the bounty, even when it's in the process of strangling everything around it by its own excesses.







Some progress was made, though, and a large cartload of "weeds" made the long, sad journey over to the compost pile. 

The bed is still a rank jungle,  but, where yesterday it was an uninterrupted thicket of green, today one can see the top halves of various cats plonked in the middle of it.

A modest success (by tomorrow the cats will again be lost to view).