The term “dangling participle” has always made me laugh. It just sounds so…unfinished…waiting to be completed…hang in there for resolution. Which would describe my garden this year.
Tomatoes are still green and numerous. I think they’re taunting me for the peppers are bountiful and begging to be plopped into a big pot for salsa making. Still waiting on tomatoes to ripen.
Squash were dead…or so I thought, but they’re hanging on and blooming and setting on baby squash. Oy Vey!
The okra is still producing, tho not much but enough to make a mess of fried okra and squash!!
Then there are the pumpkins…still blooming, still setting on baby pumpkins, still ripening….and dangling. Case in point…
I was picking some of the riper pumpkins the other day. As I bent down to check one, my eye caught a pumpkin in mid-air! Yep, there she hung, dangling like she belonged there on a vine that had grown through, over and under a dog kennel gate.
I went into instant rescue mode and propped her up on a 5 gallon bucket. Still lots of growing to do and what with expected 90-degree weather tomorrow, maybe we’ll get a full-grown Fairytale out of it yet?! And maybe a red tomato or two…