I have known many gardeners in my life: My Dad, Uncle Dick, Sarah, Jeanne, our neighbor behind us. I wouldn't call myself a gardener. This year is our first official attempt at the art. I don't count last year, because we had the tomato plants given to us, and I over watered and didn't actually get to eat tomatoes from our garden until the late, late summer when they were busting through the cages like green hulking masses, and you had to dig into the thick vines to even find a tomato. I felt like a failure, and wasn't sure if gardening was my gig, and I came to grips with the sad reality that I would just have to hope for freebies from my family and friends to enjoy the yummy goodness that is fresh produce. We tried again this year. I'm not calling this year a success, mind you, but we're getting closer...little by little.
Today we had one of those small victories in our little plot of earth. I harvested the first yellow squash plants of our season! I'm so excited about it! I never thought these plant would last, I tell you! It's a dangerous world out there in our garden. Weeds, bugs, drought conditions, rocky soil, toddlers who think everything is a "weed" to be cut down! I'm totally shocked we're going to be eating this for dinner. Shocked, I tell you. I'm so shocked, I can't even recall what variety of squash this is. Banana Squash?
See? I really don't know what I'm doing.
Hooray for gardening!