She asked me if I would grow her a watermelon. I said I didn't know, but that I'd try. I looked up how to grow a melon in our ridiculously arid climate, with our short growing season and followed directions.
Caitlin planted the seeds and I watered them. We watched over our babies for months (Well, okay, one of us got bored after a few days of nothing happening, but I watched over them!) and months. Waiting. Eighty three days.
For this moment.
Turns out that I could grow a watermelon. Now the only question that remained was this: Was it good? I left it up to Caitlin to tell me.
First we cut it open to peer inside.
Ayup. Appeared to be a melon, alright! It weighed in at 6.2 lbs and it had an urgent date with our tummies.
She took the first bite.
And came up smiling.
I guess we'll be making room in our garden for melons from now on, huh?
It was good. As in gooooooood. Drippy. Juicy. Sweet. Just the way a watermelon should be!
It was (Dare I even say it?!) even better than a tomato. Gasp!
What's the best thing you've had out of your garden all season? Or from the market for those of you without gardens?