My garden looks like a thriving paradise of plants.
It's actually a battle armed with hairy creepers, stinging tentacles, sneaky rhizomes.
Every year I think I’ve given the plants enough space and every year they fight for more.
What do I see here? There will be tomatoes. Or... there might be. Because there are also racoons, squirrels and groundhogs--who also like tomatoes.
There are no crash-car movie scenes. It’s not intergalactic warfare.
But believe me, there’s fierce conniving, choking and strangulation snaking in the shadows.
The beans grasping for territory, the tomato determined to hold its own.
In short, I'm loving another summer of gardening in my plot at the Jardin Communautaire la Pointe-Verte.