I planted our garden way back in May. First, deer or antelope came through and ate my corn plants. Then, while my plants grew well and flowered, they refused to produce any zucchini, squash, watermelon, cucumber, or tomatoes. They had warm and then hot days and plenty of water.
The fruit trees flourished bearing peaches, choke cherries, plums, cherries, mulberries, crab apples, pears, and plums. The zucchini, squash, watermelon, cucumber,
and tomatoes continued to grow, so green and lovely. Mid-way through August, my produce count was: three cucumbers, one zucchini, and the promise of five small watermelons and two small spaghetti squash. If I looked really close, I could see the start of two tomatoes.
All through September, the two squash began to turn yellow, there was one more zucchini, and we ate three of the five small watermelons. Normally, I have
zucchini coming out my ears and I’m busy chopping or shredding to freeze for breads and sautéing.
I do not know, for the life of me, why. At the end of September, all of a sudden, both the zucchini and the squash began to produce like crazy, the tomatoes too. Yesterday, I went out and brought in everything I thought we could eat. It’s supposed to freeze this week. My garden took too long to figure this out. I pulled the plants this morning.