Oftentimes we plan our gardens so well that we never take into consideration that we are but stewards of the land. Where a seed is dropped a plant can grow. It doesn’t matter all the time if we water it systematically or we allow it only X amount of sun per day. It doesn’t even matter if we suspend the plant correctly and allow it ample bedding so as not to bruise the fruit. A plant is a living organism and as such, is always full of surprises.
Thus is the case when last night, frustrated with our lack of melon production, we noticed this little gal resting in one of the holes in the cinderblocks that composed the melon raised bed. At first we thought it a loss. But I picked it up, cut it open with my pocket knife, and found one of the sweetest, most beautifully ripe, cantaloupes I have ever eaten.
