Yesterday was Move the Squash Day. I left them to ripen/cure in the greenhouse for a couple of weeks, but the mice have developed a serious affinity to those of the pie pumpkin family so it’s in to the house they all go.
Here’s a closer pic of the wheelbarrowload of blues. In here you’ll find the Oregon heirloom Sweet Meat (bottom left), the familiar Blue Hubbard (dead center, top right and middle right), and the unfamiliar folded-over three-lobed Triamble, from seed from this crazy woman in Oakland. The little green squash is actually an unripe Triamble. Not seen, but buried, is a Jarrahdale Blue, an Australian heirloom. Having eaten none of them, I was most impressed with the Triamble; the Jarrahdale and Sweet Meat were all hat and no cattle, if you know what I mean. The Hubbards were volunteers.
Next up is the load of orange squash. The big ones are Galeux d’Eysenes, surprisingly wart-free; the greens are unripe pie pumpkins and there are also a couple of kuri/kabocha squash in here too. The yellow one in the center? That’s (seriously) an eight-ball zucchini. Whoops!
Last up is the butternut squash. It was a good year for butternuts.
We had an early-ish frost here, followed by lots of rain: both conditions seriously disrupt a winter squash’s ability to live a long sweet life in storage, so I harvested everyone about three weeks ago. Many, many people will tell you that “a little frost” will not unduly injure your squash, to which I say either they are compulsive liars or that the sole exception to this rule is (and only is) my one small squash-growing patch on this planet. Therefore, I harvest once the temperature drops, the stormclouds threaten.
I like squash, as you can see. It’s not all for me, though. The deer got our garden at school, so many of these beauties are destined for schoolchildren’s tummies.