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Some Recent Unusual Events

Rick got that nap he had been dreaming about . . . it only lasted about 15 minutes (if that). I got my hair cut. I donated about 2 feet of lovely locks. I don't love the new hairdo, but I don't hate it either. We have zucchini coming out our ears. I forgot to check the garden for a couple of days. When I finally got out there, I found a couple of baseball bats. The following is a picture of about 1/4 of what we have picked so far. I have made 4 loaves of zucchini bread, tons of fried and baked zucchini, and one chocolate zucchini cake. Yesterday, we shredded 5 one-quart size freezer bags full of zucchini. We have given it away to colleagues and neighbors. Still, that is what is left on my counter and there are untold numbers in the garden.
As this is the first time I have planted zucchini, I had NO idea I would get this much. Rick said, he liked the stuff, so I planted 5 plants. I guess, for a family of 6, 1 plant is sufficient. This is also the first time I have planted cantaloupe and I have learned that cantaloupe behaves much like zucchini--very proliferous. Well, I didn't know that either and I have 12 cantaloupe vines growing out there! I planted them a little later in the season, but I'm guessing by September, I will be posting a picture of cantaloupe.

Comments

Chelsey said…
Way to go on the haircut. I would love to donate my hair to Locks for love except that it takes me years to grow it long(literally). You have always had beautiful hair, even short. I can relate on the zuchinni. I planted a few in Idaho and some pumpkins and boy I got A LOT. I tried to plant cantaloupe once in Vegas. It never worked out. By the way, I may just take your idea of the children's faces and do it on my last day moving out of here. Ha!
The Nedrys said…
I like your hair! How wonderful that you donated it. I have always wanted to do that, but never been able to put up with it growing out as long as I would need it.

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