I was away for a week, and my garden behaved like a teenager with an empty house, throwing a party in the beds, inviting all the undesirables in, and catching all manner of bugs. It also (like a child one doesn’t see for a short time) grew. And bore fruit, which is certainly a thing one hopes teens won’t do while unobserved.
Alas, there was also a death in the garden. I was growing a Red Kuri squash on Noah’s swing set, and it was smashing. Huge, umbrella-like leaves and teardrop shaped fruit smothering the structure, with a couple of purple hyacinth beans climbing up through the greenery in preparation for fall blooming. In the week I was gone squash borers must have gotten to it, because when I returned it was mostly a drooping tangle of limp vines. I didn’t cry, but I wanted to.
In other news…
The lilies bloomed! All at once, while I was elsewhere. Here is the bed against the house out back, full of phlox and lilies and the crab apple tree, with herbs at their feet.