My “vegetable garden” (really, just some planters on the front balcony) didn’t work out so well this year. Everything was cruising merrily along when I left for Amsterdam: beans, cucumbers, sunflowers, morning glories, mint, strawberries that held over from last year, even a chayote that had just been sprouting all of its own accord on the kitchen counter, so I tossed it in the dirt and soon it was kicking the ass of everything else.
Then, well. I went to Amsterdam.