Once upon a time, a very long time ago, about last May, there was a patch of dirt behind the garage. Mom dug in the dirt and called it Soil and planted many, many seeds. Then she watered, pulled out weeds, watered, pulled out weeds, and watched with pride as the many shades of green stems and leaves emerged from the ground. The stems and leaves and vines grew and grew until a forest grew all around and it became the place where the wild things are. Wait, that’s another story.
It was eventful along the way in that little patch of vegetables. A wood chuck paid a surprise visit. A rabbit snuck inside a small opening. Mom fixed the fence and hung old computer CDs to help scare away the critters, hoping all along that the bees would still come by to pollinate the squash blossoms.
What’s a squash blossom? Well, honey, it’s this flower: the one that magically changes into a baby zucchini if the birds and the bees stop by at the right time. Ahem. Let’s stop right there. There’s a fiddle tune called Squash Blossom Reel, I think. Let’s look for it tomorrow on YouTube.
>One might also explain the SNEAKY tactics of a zucchini–small one minute and HUGE the next. Leaving the gardener stunned and at a loss.
>What's up with you telling veggie tales? I love zucchini. Didn't grow any again this year.
>I understand zucchini can overpopulate, leading its gardener to make late-night excursions to the doorsteps of unsuspecting neighbors. There, the zucchini remains – anonymous – leaving the neighbors to provide final destinations. Have you acquainted your little one with this ritual?
>Love the photos. We're growing pumpkins for the first time this year. We have the same flowers — so pretty!
>If you need more recipes, give a holler.
>Where or where will it go is the question. (Note to self, next year just plant 1 zucchini plant)