It's been about a month since I've written a blog entry. I have written a few that never get published. I've written entries and then had to leave them.
I have put in a picture of one of my three kabocha squash plants. I have several other more interesting growths in the garden - dwarf & broad leaf kale, 25 thriving strawberry plants beginning to vine out and a heavy growth of pea plants that recently needed supporting. I also have struggling plants - one cabbage plant that is getting eaten alive but stands tall, three brussel sprouts suffering a similar growth retardation from the same insult, mediocre onions and three runt-of-the-litter pumpkin plants.
This year, the kabocha squashes are representative of the unintentional garden. We tried an organic kabocha squash for the first time and we liked it about as much as our routine acorn squash. I really wanted winter squash and I didn't want it boxed in the raised beds. I want squash blooms because I love everything about squash blooms: their velvety petals, frequent pairing with pollen loaded bees and the bright yellow orange color. I wanted the squash to vine and run free. I know that once full summer was upon us that the rocky, sandy soil will dry up and that the plants would need to rely on the compost bed and soaker hoses to stay alive.
I'm still not sure the squash will survive, but I desperately want an unboxed garden bed for wild and untamed squash (at least that is how I imagine them).
I knew I would have lots of room in the rogue part of the garden, so after our baked kabocha dinner, I saved the kabocha guts and put them in the fridge. It seems like a childish thought that I could somehow grow more kabochas from a one night kabocha stand. There was no drawback to planting them and so a few days later, I split the seeds & guts into thirds and buried them in the soil. Although some of my intentional pumpkins are possibly irreversibly suffering, all three kabocha groups are thriving.
Kabocha plants don't talk, but if they are, they are telling me to love the unexpected and unplanned blooms. When I'm in the garden, I feel happy because of the kabochas. Because of kabochas, I may have squash blooms after all.
I'm on call this weekend, but really feel compelled to begin working on Jenna's room. I am nearing completion on Darin's room. All that is left is the outlet covers, the bordered decal and the flooring.I pulled down the old casings in Jenna's room and now I'm ready to sand the repaired walls. I want work on these projects badly - and I may - although I fear becoming interrupted via work related calls & visits. It's difficult to simply stop a project midway without warning. I just really want to get to the place where I can pull out this gross carpet! I have spent these past few months trying to pace myself with an order to the chaos.