Curcubits enjoy the torrential rain!
However, the summer squash – my nemesis of the curcubit family – are defying death and forging on. I’m already over-burdened with the things, and I am now seeing Patty Pan squash as big as babys’ heads. I photographed the one above next to a beer, as that was what I was holding at the time.
I have typical green courgettes, yellow round Floridors and the yellow Patty Pans. To be honest, they all taste pretty much the same, although my eyes make the yellow ones taste better. The spread of the plants has also engulfed a few late peas I put in to try and boost my success rate.
Speaking of defying death, one of the allotment ‘founders’ came very close to meeting his maker. The field is a private enterprise, and despite the ‘association’ being the tenant, a few of the founding members have decided to throw their weight around in order to manipulate the scheme.
They started to put pressure on those who want to grow stuff (and who do most of the work) to become unpaid workers at another project. It seemed an okay idea if we earned some funding, but at the eleventh hour, when it became obvious we were being shafted and would end up funding the other project out of our own pockets, we declined the offer.
The response was to remind us, in a less than polite way, who owned the land we were working. I should have knocked his teeth down his throat there and then. Mrs IG pointed out that I’d be in prison while he at home eating his dinner. My pointing out that at least I’d be able to eat solid food didn’t reassure her any! Still, it’s put a different twist on my plans going forwards.
I also have finally got the date for my knee hospital thing. Two months. Two bloody months, and then no doubt once they’ve worked out which bit to cut out it’ll be another few months until they can afford a knife.
Until then, there’s always the squash!