For a long time I covered up the neighbor's chain-link fence with Morning Glories. A fabulous show. Granted, one afternoon I heard a little child ask her Mommy "What are those plants on that lady's fence?" and Mommy answered "Weeds," but that sting went away by the next morning.
This spring I killed the wee roses and planted morning glory seeds to cover the arched arbor outside the window. And somehow, I ended up with weeds.
I did something wrong. First off, I didn't cull them, because I wasn't sure they were morning glories, but even still the tiny ones at the top never seemed to grow into blooms. Still I check them every day to see if I suddenly have a glorious array.
So I checked them today. Looked out the window. Screamed.
Someone doesn't understand the "ground" in "groundhog."
The scream brought Gary out of the bathroom, I loudly whispered "GROUND. HOG." and he got the camera.
Dun DUN Dunnnnhhhhh! Dramatic GroundHog on Portrait Setting.
My heart is still racing. Not what I expected to see perched on top of the arbor.