That's not a reference to the vegetable.
LD's been averaging three squash dates a week, a commitment that has left the vegetable plot out back a thick layer of congealed leaves surrounding patches of wind-exposed ground tarp.
I don't blame him. It's cold and dark outside. Far more than the garden has suffered neglect in the last few months, a time period during which all four members of this family stayed well fed, (mostly) clean, (relatively) healthy, and happy, thanks largely to my husband.
LD's squash dates allow Munch and I to celebrate "Girls' Night" with movies and popcorn in the hours after Wow's in bed. Recently we've been watching "The Lion King", which, when shortened by all scenes involving Scar, runs a perfect 45 minutes.
Luckily, the hardy, thick-rinded fruits of winter have blossomed with zero effort on our part.
In other things-that-grow updates, in the few days past his first birthday, Wow popped up and took his few steps.