I ran into the house few minutes ago. “Come see! Come see! Better put on shoes, it’s damp out.”
Fabulous hubby, iDJ, didn’t stop for shoes but did grab his iPhone.
“It’s over here, in the corner, you probably won’t get a picture,” says I.
I showed him a gourd I’ve managed to grow. As he was taking a pic, I was blathering away about how I didn’t know if it was a pumpkin or a courgette (zucchini). I lose track of these things, he knows well. I also was telling him how I figured out how to stop gourds from rotting on the vine – it’s called blossom-end rot and if you just manage to keep an eye out for baby fruit after the bloom has faded, you can scrape off the mushy flower with a fingernail and voila! it doesn’t get all icky and decide to die. Hey, I had to Google that one, it was killin me to have a fruit and then, suddenly, a ball of mush.
It’s still small and unidentifiable – I’m guessing it’s a courgette based on two things – I think that’s what I planted there, and pumpkin usually comes from the vine rather than right at the heart of the plant.
Look at all the other female flower ready to bloom! I might have more, yet – and there is another small one at the back that you can’t see.
Wish me luck!