My landlord may have tried to drop a subtle hint.

I came home from work yesterday to find this big-ass Rhododendron planted smack in the middle of Zinger Acres. At least they took the time to move and replace my containers when they were finished, but this definitely throws off the sunshine plan. I have to assume that the potatoes, wherever they are back there, are thoroughly confused.

And yes, my butter crisp lettuce bolted. Big time. Although no longer edible, it looks kind of impressive, and I'm OK with my failure looking impressive.