You go out to water early in the day before the sun has shown it’s face. You see a little fruit looking so tender, so true. You think about picking it, it is almost perfect. But then it says to you, “Just wait until this evening-just before you want to put me on the grill. I’ll be perfect then. I’ll have plumped up becoming even more juicy. I’ll just wait here.”
But 12.2 hours later, when you return, that same green fruit has gone from bomb pop size to summer sausage size (while you were unaware) and is now the size of Popeye’s forearm. Just like that!
Watch them. Observe them closely. This is the time of year they will outwit you and become useless for anything other than a shredded zuchini baked casserole and that is just not right.
I’ve warned you before. I hope you’re heeding it…Jeanie
This google image is some novice proudly displaying their 11-pound zuchini, as if they had anything to do with it. Only non-gardeners are impressed with this because we who know the beast know that this is a monster from hell out of control!
NOTE: My true friends will rejoice with me in knowing that beginning the day after Heaven Fest I began harvesting just-ripe mini Romas (aka grape tomatoes) and Patio Tomatoes. Is God good, or what?