Our Little Garden

This spring we planted a garden. Anthony cleared a sunny corner of our yard of turf, mixed in some manure and then he, the kids and I planted stuff.

Over time, there has been a little weeding. There has been a little watering. And there has been much wondering. What the heck is that? Is that a weed or something we planted?

One particular plant grew where we'd planted zucchini. And it looked zucchini-ish, so we proclaimed to visitors, with some certainty, "It's zucchini." Well. It's not. It grew huge - pumpkin-ish huge, causing us to believe it was a volunteer, like our sunflower that we never planted, but it doing quite well.

The not-a-zucchini got squash looking blossoms, which kept us on the, "it's a pumpkin" track. Then the blossoms turned into...we have no idea. They are big and green. Maybe they'll still become pumpkin? But they are quite big and not even remotely orange.

Anthony picked up a small one that fell off the vine and brought it in to cut it up. "I don't know," he said wonderingly and brought it over for my inspection. I have to agree. I don't know. Maybe it's a hybrid between a pumpkin and a melon. It remains a mystery.

We figure we have not made back in produce what we spent on seeds for the garden - carrots being our best producers. However, it's been...interesting.