Late last spring, the far southern section of the garden became available for use as a squash patch. Two pickup truck loads of manure went into the soil, and a row of little plants went into the earth, down the middle of the strip. They spent their first month under a “reemay” fabric cover, for protection from our annual spring invasion of cucumber beetles and squash bugs.
The plants grew strongly. When the vines found the fence, they grew up, around, through, over, under and around their discovery.
Now that it’s September, there are squash and pumpkins on the ground, and squash and pumpkins hanging on the fence. The plants are still trying to make more squash, but there’s competition between the fruit that have already set and the new fruits. There’s not enough nutrition to feed every new pumpkin.
The pumpkins and squash that are nearing maturity look good.
The Waltham Butternut squash are bulking up, their skins are thickening, and their final color is starting to show.
One of the 2012 experiments in the winter squash patch is a variety of pumpkin called “winter luxury”. The first fruit looked funny, for its skin was netted like a canteloupe. The seed catalogue description said that was OK.
We’re looking forward to some pies.
We’re not going to wait until March 14th, either.
At Wishetwurra Farm, any day can be Pi(e) Day.
My father built a little skiff once.
He gave it a name, which was a Greek letter, repeated thrice.
Rho, rho, rho.