The rains came. They were waiting–seeds under the ground ready to grow at the slightest hint of moisture.
So they grew and grew.
And the rain came as regular as a sprinkler on a timer.
Then the lawnmower broke.
And still they grew. Taller and ever taller.
Now, we are managing to find the plants that have been buried and expose them to the light again. 2 garbage cans full of weeds and 3 contractor-sized garbage bags. We have about 2/3rds of the garden to go.
Until next time, stay safe.