Crazy Stable

This guy is so speedy compared to my progress in the garden this year.

 
There are still a ton of plants in pots, and now it's time to panic because a week's vacation is upon us.  

Somewhere in there, waiting for a "forever home," are a blueberry bush, some bamboo, and a Fragrant Cloud rose, among others. Oh, and a lacecap hydrangea. All exemplars of my Garden Consumer Philosophy: Buy only the freshest, healthiest plant stock. Then take it home and kill it.
With excellent help from Child, I was able to get my parsley and dill seedlings into window boxes. I have never managed to fulfill my fantasy of an herbal container garden just waiting for that Martha Stewarty dinner-time snippage.

We managed to clear a weedy patch near the back door and get in two different tomato plants (the "Patio" one bred for containers was still thriving, the "heirloom French" one was presque mort), plus a Japanese eggplant and a bunch of Thai peppers.

The raspberries and ferns have gone beserk again, marching forward in dense clumps. But the overall effect is still soothing; the Child described it as "wild but cozy."

And the catmint has survived its yearly steamrolling by the neighborhood cats; a cabbage white seemed pleased. I wonder how much everything will grow while I'm away?