Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Ol’ Robbo got all his mowing and trimming out of the way yesterday, so I was able to concentrate on other matters in the garden today.  Begun the morning glory wars have.

I’ve no problem with morning glory as such.  In my yoot, the neighbors behind us had a back fence covered in them and they were magnificent.  But I do strongly object to the ones that run wild around here, and will strangle everything else before you can say “knife”.  Some years I fight them.  Some, it’s more of an Anschluss.

This year I’m fighting.  I’ve been very good about keeping all the clutter away from around Kong and the Konglings,*** so even when the MG’s have sprouted up and started entangling them, it’s relatively easy to track them back to their base and uproot them.

Alas, ceaseless vigilance will be the watchword, because the little bastards don’t give over until the frost.

***For those of you unfamiliar, this is Ol’ Robbo’s name for the Buddleia that make up the bulk of his garden.  Kong started as a tiny little seedling under the lights in my basement nearly twenty years ago, survived transplanting, grew to enormous size and started throwing progeny all about. Today there must be between fifteen and twenty of them.  They’re just coming into bloom now, and the garden will be full of butterflies and hummingbirds for the rest of the summah.