When I ran out of room and all my whining couldn't loosen up another spot in my neighbor's garden, I stuck my remaining Hubbard squash plant, along with a couple of butternut seedlings, in my cow manure pile. I leave this pile where it's delivered, untouched, for two years. Then I mine it! I think the squash likes its location.
|This close up shows the squash|
vining right up the tree!
I should be able to take the garlic off their rope hangers this weekend to make room for the Big Daddys. Which are harvesting themselves, apparently. I have green and yellow beans coming on, while all five hundred cukes are plotting to grow to usable size at the same moment. Time to dust off the canner!