Pick My Lunch

Zucchini’s are coming up in my garden.  I found them this weekend when I was weeding (and it made the weeding totally worthwhile—never thought I’d say that).  But here’s the thing…I don’t know what to do.  I don’t know when to pick them.  How do I know when they are done?  How do I know when they will taste the best?  I want to beat the bugs to them.
Seeing them was a complete surprise—a moment of the more we learn, the less we know.  For one, now that I know I have zucchini’s I realized I’m filled with questions, but also I didn’t realize prior to seeing them that I did not know how or where on the plant a zucchini grows.  I’m a bit embarrassed to admit it.  I can’t wait to eat my first personally home-grown, heirloom zucchini.  I’ve been eating the salad greens from the garden nearly every day and it’s a treat to juts walk out in the yard and pick my lunch.

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Maggie Downie
Thank you for giving your time to stop and read my blog. I hope it encourages you to keep moving. Move and the body will be happier. And when you're moving you can hike, run, swim in Jell-O, race over non-Newtonian fluids, travel the world or build igloos--if that's your thing. If not, you can watch me do it. This is just a spot to try and feel good about life.

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