Friday evening, soon after our friends Patrick and Erin arrived at our house:
Jessica: We have the best weed in our backyard.
Erin: [blank, concerned stare that totally says are you saying what I think you're saying?]
Jessica: No, I promise we aren't growing marijuana behind our townhouse. A weed weed. Really.
And why did I feel the need to point out our blatant disregard for backyard upkeep?
Because our weed was the best I've ever seen. And by best I mean biggest. Jack-and-the-Beanstalk-esque.
I think that is in the neighborhood of 8 feet tall. And it sprouted up randomly over the summer. I didn't have the heart to pull it out (which I'm sure would totally take some doing!) when we moved back to Bloomington and it was as tall as me. I was too curious to see how far it would go. And then I proceeded to watch it grow another couple of feet over the month of August.
Sadly, it fell over in a big wind storm we had yesterday. Goodbye weed. I'll honestly miss watching you grow.