Boothby’s Blonde cukes in the all-volunteer garden
For the last three years, my daughter has had her own garden bed.
Never one to force the issue, I figured she’d either like the idea of having a space to grow her own stuff, or she wouldn’t. Either way, whatever is growing in that bed is “hers.” And, for the third year in a row, she hasn’t shown much interest beyond the initial seed-starting frenzy begun last winter.
That is okay. The compost yields its gifts quite readily, and this year, in that garden bed of hers, there are: two prolific Costata Romanesco zucchini, four pie pumpkin plants, three butternut squash plants, four tomatoes, and one (at least one, can’t tell) Hubbard squash. Oh: and the above cucumber.
She has been delighted with these “finds.” She considers herself quite the successful gardener.
Who am I to tell her that the garden planted itself?