so where were we?
During our last instalment, we ate steak, my children pretended to run a restaurant, and my garden grew.
Not a lot has changed. My garden is growing like. . . like something. Weeds? Wildfire? Hotcakes? Who can say? All the stuff that was supposed to come up, came up. I’d had serious doubts about the chinese lanterns and the moonflowers, but they’re now both sporting true leaves. The scarlet runner beans are amazingly huge. The tomatoes are flourishing. All of the herbs are growing well and get clipped back regularly. The annuals I put in are starting to put out flowers and look pretty.
In two and a half weeks, we leave on a three week vacation. I’m concerned about leaving my garden. I’m especially concerned because during a Friday night party on one of the neighbouring patios, some party guests took it upon themselves to mess with my plants. Now, the damage was pretty minimal - they only destroyed one bucket of seeded flowers (poppies) and weirdly moved another one without hurting it --- but this was during an evening when we were clearly home (though in bed) and our apartment was occupied.
I’m pretty sure that it was a guest of our neighbours and not the actual neighbour. That’s pretty small comfort given that I’ll be away for so long. I was originally going to have our teenage babysitter just come over and water, but now I feel obliged to get someone to stay. Seriously: if you’re interested, just let me know. It’s a very roomy apartment. You’ll have some plant-watering to do (and you might have to pick off some beans and peas), but the location can’t be beat and I will leave you beer in the fridge. Think it over, people.