We spit watermelon seeds from the front porch last year, and to our surprise, we grew long vines and 3 large melons. If the vines had grown up the stairs, we wouldn't have had to go to much trouble to cut and eat them! The largest is now about 18" long and growing. Our 13-yr.-old grandson James Cole wouldn't let us cut it on his last visit; I think he believes it will grow to enormous proportions - as in "James and the Giant Peach." Wish you all could come over, share watermelon, and help us seed for next year!(Bare dirt is from a drain-covering project.)
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Martha Ann: you may have come up with a new way for the farmers to plant their watermelon fields. Just walk up and down the rows and spit, spit, spit the seeds!
MA, each time you post here, I am amazed at how you manage to find such joy and art from the simple things. Your talent at doing so reminds me of the 1st stabza of Gerard Manley Hopkins's poem,
"Pied Beauty.
Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
He's a little too religious for me, but that puppy could write poems.
I got this love of nature from my father. On every walk we ever took, he continually pointed out things to marvel at - many times things that most would completely miss.
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