It was with very little hope that I transplanted an under-performing yellow squash into a soggy dirt patch next to the sprinkler puddle near the only evergreen in our front yard.
From 4:00 to 6:00 each morning, the sprinkler leaves a watering hole at the base of the pine. What better place, I thought, for an indoor squash to get its outdoor legs?
It’ll either grow like mad and develop leaves the size of yoga mats like its big brother in the dining room, or get eaten by the bunnies who stop in for lunch.
So I hardened my heart and planted the listless thing. It languished, one thin frond draped into the puddle, sighing softly as it awaited its doom. Note: Time of demise 07:55 a.m. Tuesday June 12, 2012. I wished it a safe trip to the big Garden in the Sky, and went on with my morning rounds.
Surprise! When noon came around, the bunnies kept their distance, feeding on a patch of tall something on the other side of the pine, and ignoring the squash.
This morning it looks even happier, even perky – if that term could be applied to a yellow squash. Maybe there is compassion in the animal kingdom. We’ll see how things look after today’s lunch rush.