The squash blossoms haven’t been totally confused. I’ve been watching the usual acorn squash ripening under a pear tree. And I see I should have plucked up the inevitable swallow-wort sprout before I took the picture. That stuff is a plague! But I don’t want to talk about that right now.
It turns out my squash is not alone. Another one was hiding under the leaves near by. And when I kept looking I found yet another small bit of hope.
The snap peas I planted, over and over, trying to get a succession, finally sprouted. With luck and warm weather, I might get a fall crop. But if you’re counting on warm weather this year, forget it. I’m not holding my breath for these guys. Just let out a sigh of, Ahhh! Aren’t pea shoots pretty?
