The vines on which these grew popped up in our community garden plot. The wait to see what fruit would issue forth was excruciating. White squash of some variety (can you help?) was the last thing I expected. We didn’t eat any such thing so I have no idea how the seeds ended up in our soil.
It is at times like this that I wonder why I am blogging. Squash and ceramic birds? Really? Am I rebelling against myself by not pedaling now that I started a blog that is supposed to be about pedaling? If I can’t get my leg over a bicycle for a ride further than the garden in the summer, what is the outlook for December? Heavens help me.