"What's the story, Morning Glory? Well, you need a little time to wake up..." Oasis

If I had a time lapse video of my garden, I would have to call it
Morning Glories Gone Wild.
The morning glories (all volunteers) are partying like underage girls in Fort Lauderdale. They think it is spring break. Overnight these menacing morning glories have over-run everything that used to be in sight.
It is Kudzu-like mayhem.
The sage is gasping for air.
The mint is mighty annoyed.
The lemon balm is long buried.
The cosmos is above it all, but I doubt it will be able to hold its pink heads up for long.
I know not what the dawn will bring. When I wake up tomorrow, will the house leeks and allysum have fallen victim to the viscious vines? Although I have managed to keep some of the tomatoes clear, the Boston lettuce is in danger of being infringed upon. The Kentucky Wonder beans that I thought had not germinated seemed to come alive when the morning glories took over. Perhaps they saw it creeping toward them and decided to climb their little wire trellis just to get out of the way.

Ironically, I started about 100 little morning glory plants early in the season with the intention of running them up strings from just in front of the foundation to the columns on the front porch, and as screening along the side. Silly me! When I became distracted by my weekend trip to Atlanta, those little plants endured some tragic neglect, first allowed to dry completely out, then abandoned outside where they were drowned by standing rainwater. I did not follow through on the seed starting project. I should have seen the volunteer army of aggressive vines cropping up in the garden and relocated those troops to the front bed.

I have much work to do.
I never finished clearing out that front bed.
Dennis worked like crazy and got about five feet of it cleared and deeply mulched. I did about another three feet, but I did not mulch heavily enough and some weeds are creeping in. That leaves something like 20 feet of disgrace and neglect running in front of the porch and wrapping around the side.
I have much work to do.

Tomorrow morning I will pick dill for the cucumber salad, basil and mint for the tomato salad, and Boston lettuce to make cups to hold the chicken and red pepper stir fry I am serving for Sunday dinner.

Perhaps next season Dennis and I will clear out and fence in an area on the opposite side of the house for a formal vegetable garden and fill this bed with something that appeals more to Dennis' need for order. My garden bed is just too unpredictable and cluttered. He sees a blue spruce at the end of the bed, and a weeping cherry at the right corner closest to the front. I would like some hearty hydrangeas and some roses, maybe some butterfly bushes and something to pick up the red color from the Japanese maple we will be planting next to the house.

Then there is that small water feature we want to dig out and build...
I will have much to occupy my mind when this ground is again covered with snow.
I remind myself that it will take several seasons to get things the way we want them.