So my father-in-laws house is kind of old and not kept up, but in the summer the back yard is KICKIN'. Mostly completely on accident because we don't really do any special kind of maintenance and everything that isn't in the back garden or in a pot has been growing on its own, wild, for years.
This is the side of the garage, where there are random flowers and the crazy mint plant. This is where my potted herbs ended up, because my father-in-laws dog was always trying to burrow under the garage so we kept lining that part with pots, and then put the fence up to keep her from digging around them. And then she said 'eff you guys' and died, so, she showed us.
Chester critiquing the new fence.
This is the view from my window of the garden, nothing is very big yet so it's not horribly exciting.
I can't wait for that forker to turn into a total jungle.