Every year I say to myself that I will not over plant and I will not let my garden get beyond me.  I do better every year but there always seems to be a point that my garden becomes an entity all its own.  It took me several years not to plant too many tomatoes.  They are always so tiny when they start out, it is hard to believe that by August they will be eight feet tall and falling over everything else because they will be too heavy for the stakes.  One year I was over run with dill, but I let it go because the dill was full of Black Swallowtail caterpillars, the world is a better place with butterflies in it.  Runner beans were another invading source one year.  Very healthy plants, very hard to navigate once they take over, and finding the beans to pick was like looking for a needle in a haystack.  This year it is morning glories.  I was doing great.  I noticed the Morning Glories (I have a soft spot for Morning Glories), I was training them up good places to climb, and then we went away for a wee holiday.  Planning, packing, returning, unpacking, blink… now picking tomatoes (which also took over when I was momentarily distracted) or finding my jalapeño plants is like a treasure hunt.  My husband has reiterated that it is a good thing we don’t rely on what I grow.