Bloom. Where You are Planted.
June 7, 2011 § 4 Comments
About 4 weeks ago I dug a little hole in the grass in (what used to be) our goat pen and threw in some zucchini squash seeds. Then I forgot about it. Since the goats are climbing the mountains at the ranch now the very best luscious grass in our back yard is in the goat pen. And it’s tall grass. Guess the goats did a good job of fertilizing the pen.
On Saturday I fired up the weedeater and went to work. First order of business was to clear a path to the chicken coop. I don’t relish the idea of stepping on a snake. I’d probably have a heart attack on the spot. Next on the list was cleaning up the goat pen. You know I wouldn’t have to weedeat if the goats were still here. But they are in paradise. It’s cool. So I’m weedeating… grass is flying… sweat dripping… and… wait. What’s this? Holy Cow! That’s one gigantic weed. No. Wait. That’s not a weed.
That’s SQUASH! It’s kind of a miracle. I suppose that zucchini squash is a hardy type of vegetable. It certainly didn’t get any TLC from me.
The whole squash~flourishing~by~itself thing is a metaphor in my eyes. You know. “Bloom where you are planted.”…Mary Engelbreit. I try to do that on a daily basis. Bloom. Where I’m planted. Flourish in the present.
Just so you know. I did what any self-respecting cowgirl gardener would do. I weedeated around it and trimmed the grass growing in it, too. I’m thinking about getting a hoe out and doing it right. We’ll see. Wouldn’t want to ‘squash’ its independence.