Butternut squash does very well trained to a trellis
I am quite happily overwhelmed with winter squash this year. Considering how late I planted everything, and how many times I had to replant things due to nongermination (it was a cold and wet spring), I suppose I didn’t hold out much hope. The compost comes through in a pinch though: I planted out quite a few seedlings found in its general vicinity and quite a few of them came through as pure. Not all did; that’s what makes it fun: am I creating a new squash or two? Probably. Are they keepers? Doubtful, but…they’re colorful.
Summer squash, well, meh. Admittedly it’s never been my favorite. Beer-batter fried, sure; that was my dad’s specialty, but he’s been dead for 30 years now so that’s a long time to be missing that particular yellow crookneck preparation. I will say that I am growing an eightball variety of zucchini this year and its small size has much to recommend it. I don’t think it tastes anything like my standby (Costata Romanesco), but the fact that it doesn’t balloon to a baseball bat overnight is celebration alone.
But the winter squash. The sheer enthusiasm of the vines, the size of the leaves: you want to feel like a denizen of Lilliput, then plant some of the cucurbita maxima clan and stand back!
Not enough room in THIS garden for me: how about out there? Jarrahdale (blue Australian) pumpkin climbs garden fence seeking alternate accommodation, a good 20′ from where I planted its seed