So this year, I bought three organic seedlings as soon as they were available at the feed store, then waited and waited and waited for the weather to warm up enough and dry up enough to plant them.
My nagging fear was that I would somehow manage to kill the little plants before I could get them in the ground.
There is some historical basis for this fear, I am very sorry to say.
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As you can plainly see, I miscalculated the "companionable" factor to an absurd degree, and planted them way too close together. Not sure what my thought process was, there. Maybe I was picturing the protective marigold having to physically rear back and thump a caterpillar on the head if called upon to do so.
Note: I have since gently relocated some of these brave guardians, to their very obvious relief. It is impossible to grow sideways fast enough and far enough to escape the shade of a squash-leaf canopy!
This pattypan variety is said to produce deep yellow squash with dark green caps. I waited to see some yellow before picking this squash, but it was growing so large I didn't want to wait any longer and risk toughness or hard seeds.
Or a flood or drought or insects or a tornado landing on my garden.
Some of these things have happened before.
But not this morning!
At this exciting moment moment of harvest, Sambucus suddenly turned away from the hay feeder - and the Closing Soon Milk Bar - and headed toward me with a purposeful step.
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| "Pardon me, ma'am! Do not proceed further. I must examine that squash immediately." |
Have you ever crossed a border where the guards were required to examine any fruit or vegetables before allowing you to enter their territory? It was just like that.
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| "Glad the kid has finally got a job! This hanging around the Milk Bar is getting old. I need some time off to focus on...well, hay." |
I know what you mean, Violet. I also had a delicious breakfast today, and paid attention to every bite.
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Your goats are just adorable! I thought of Piper today, P and I took our 3 dogs to the woods, where they all waded and lay down in a very muddy puddle.
ReplyDeleteThen to cap it all, her little dog rolled in deer poo!
LOL! Oh, the dreaded drop-and-roll! Better poo than something dead, though. Ugh!
DeleteHi Quinn, I enjoyed your post tonight. I can remember the different kinds of squash that my mom raised when I was growing up. She would bake some of them in the oven with cream, cinnamon and sugar. She cooked a lot with cream since we milked cows. Growing up on the farm was so enjoyable and gave us lots of things to do. Thanks for stopping by. Hugs and Prayers from Your Missouri friend.
ReplyDeleteHi Shirley - how nice to always have cream on hand, and right from your own cows! I buy raw milk from a dairy in the next town but not very often, as it is $5 for a half-gallon. But the cream that rises to the top of the bottle is a lovely treat :)
DeleteI have never tried, or even thought of growing pattypans LOL What are your favourite ways of preparing them?
ReplyDeleteHmmm, looks like it was just as well you had a good grip on that one which was being inspected. Judging by the glint in the one visible eye, your goat was hoping it was it's birthday...
I usually just slice or cube and then steam them, Dani, and eat plain or with a little salt, rarely butter. Same with zukes or other summer squashes. When I had a little George Foreman-type electric grill years ago, I sometimes grilled squash slices with a little olive oil, but that grill is long gone and not much missed.
DeleteThis squash was over a pound (!) so I had added the "leftovers" to a bowl of leftover rice and mixed veg with a little shredded chicken - it was a feast! :)