Monday, July 20, 2009

"July, July", or "The Watchword is Zucchini"

When I started my garden, I only bought plants labeled
and set my expectations low.

Eureka, they grew.
These babies aren't my first harvest.
Far from it.
I grabbed these this morning,
and they're earmarked for some pals
(Susanna, this is what Van is getting for his birthday).

I never knew that zucchini plants are so scratchy.
The stalks and leaves have these tiny little points,
or thorns, or needles,
and everytime I reach to check, or to cut the squash out,
I end up with red, scratched, rashy, irritated arms.
Though, full disclosure,
I usually don't think ahead and walk out there in my pajamas, so...

p.s. the guy on the end is a cucumber.


  1. Oh my goodness. He will be thrilled. He better watch out though or I'm going to steal it and make a delcious pizza!

    Well done! Hardy indeed.

  2. have you heard grandma tell the joke about never leaving your car unlocked at church because if you do it will be full of zucchini when you get out.