Mama, I’m going to drop this and you’re going to be May-aaad.
I moved my compost piles this spring from one end of the garden to another. Corn was destined for that spot in the garden: corn, being a bit of a nutrient pig, would do just fine in the old compost location. (I was right, though I didn’t plant enough corn! Just a few rows of popcorn.) The rest of the former compost zone I let run wild, seeing what would come up.
SQUASH came up. Well, this is the year that has caused me to rethink squash. Every year I am fairly successful with summer squash, but general whiz-bang success with winter squash has eluded me. I blame the annual arrival of squash bugs, some years being more frightfully plagued than others: they always manage to hit when the winter squash is blooming and fruiting. This was a plague year. Apparently, squash bugs ignore volunteer squash growing from the compost.
Of the squash you see before you, I *only* planted the larger pie pumpkins in the back and the Delicata (oblong, striped) squash in the front. All the rest were volunteers from the compost pile: butternut, weird mutts, carnival squash, tiny orange kabocha. Including that Hubbard! It’s 16 pounds of fun!
So, now this has me thinking. This has been such a good year for them, maybe I should actually “try” to grow them…wait, did I just jinx myself?