things that grow: part six, squash

Squash.

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.

And a few weeks ago Marcia left this pressed offering outside our front door.

Munch discovered pomegranate juice, we discovered pomegranate martinis.

In other things-that-grow updates, in the few days past his first birthday, Wow popped up and took his few steps.

I suspect he would have taken these steps earlier if it weren't for his sister tackling him during previous attempts.