It’s Tuesday, and I’m already looking for the weekend. I think it’s high schooler envy. They got out last week, and I’ve been sitting in my office, watching them skateboard, bike, walk the dog, etc, on their way to the pool, beach, shopping, or an ice cream cone downtown. Blahhhh.
Still, I managed to get through my expected pages, which was both a miracle and about two hours over my usual quitting time. Today will be worse since I’ve got an appointment, and even though it’s going to cut my day in half and rob me of three hours, I still expect me to hit the same mark. My boss is a monster, I tell you. A monster. If she didn’t garden, she’d have no redeeming qualities at all.
The picture is of my summer squash. They sell them for about a buck fifty down at the Farmer’s Market when they start to come in in-mass, but Guy and I go through them so fast I thought it might be fun to grow them this year. I picked a bush variety because of lack of space, and this little guy has doubled in size since I took the picture on Friday. I actually started this from seed, which is something I never do but probably will more often since the tomato blight a few years ago. (If you missed it, almost every tomato plant sold at a big-box store had a virus that is now in the ground where ever they were planted, killing tomatoes right before they set fruit. You have to either remove the dirt and replace it, or plant your tomatoes somewhere else for a few years.) For those of you who are interested, this squash hasn’t yet been pollinated. You can tell because it still has a tightly closed flower. If it keeps growing like this, I’ll be having squash by the weekend!