This is what happens when you neglect your garden for two weeks: Your cucumbers turn into enormous, tasteless, wasteful natural water balloons, only good for smashing against a tree, and your flower boxes burn up to bits.
Tragic, I think.
But on the other side of the house, my flowers are flourishing despite the lack of attention. I discovered this fact this afternoon when the Terminix woman (think: Sigourney Weaver minus the sexy tank top) paid us a visit to rid us of a colony of centipedes in our basement. While poking around the foundation, she discovered an inordinate number of insects taking up residence in the mulch. She called them rolly-polies; only a pest control expert would come up with a pet name for bugs.
In any case, while circumnavigating the house, I noticed my perennials have been enjoying our mild summer. In honor of the rolly-polies (and because I have no idea of their real names), here are the pretty flowers so full of life they are cancelling out my dead flower boxes: