Tis the Season for Green

Today was a momentus day, a day we've been looking forward to for—lo!—these many months. Today was the day that I ate a cucumber that was grown in my very own garden. Now, you might think that this is not a big deal, this harvesting of a single fruit. But I say unto thee: you are wrong. Wrong! This was an agricultural monument for yours truly.

You see, this pickle came out of the same patch of mud in which I have not been able to grow zucchini. I ask you: How many people do you know are unable to grow zucchini?!? Isn't this that time of year where we say to our co-workers: what were you thinking when you planted a dozen squash plants and how much zucchini bread do you think a human can safely eat? Anyway, I think the fact that I was able to successfully pick a cucumber from a garden in which no zucchini deigns to grow is quite a feat.

I watch this rogue zucchini, relaxing beside the cucumbers and brussel sprouts, both doing their part to convert H2O and CO-2 into soup and salad fixings, and wonder what I ever did to make it spite me so. It got the same attention as all the other garden folk. I watered it the same and doled out it's fair share of organic fertilizer. Perhaps this plant is just plain lazy and the very thought of photosynthesizing tires it out. It does sport a kind of rumpled look, like it just got out of bed.

Maybe next year I'll have better luck if I plant more zucchini plants.