My mother covets my garden! Oh my gosh. My mother, my muse. The woman who has gardens that rival any botanical place you can find, and she covets THIS picture above. It seems neither she, nor my aunt, can get sweet potato vine to grow like I can. They want to know my secret.

All I did was lose all of my roses to fire blight, and needed something to fill this bed.

I thought the vine was overrun, she thought it was great and told me they are jealous. I needed that perspective this week. And you know, just hearing that is enough to keep me going.

Now if I can only figure out how to kill the monkey grass in the back.