My cucumbers, beets, carrots, melons and beans are fighting a battle that they simply cannot win. The match they have met?
Acorn squash.
I swear, during an especially rainy time I went from having a nice little path one day to having el-zilcho the next. I'm half afraid that I'll wake in the morning to tiny green tendrils around my face and hear "Feed me, Seymour."
And yet, I still have virtually no produce.
Ah, but that sounds defeatist. The truth is, I look at this year as kinda being the first pancake that gets thrown away; the next one will be better.