The two mystery squashes are definitely different squashes. One looks to be descended from a sugar pumpkin that went rotten last winter, the other from one of the acorn squashes I ate. It’s nice to have a clear idea what they are, but no way are they going to ripen before the first frost hits. Shhh! Don’t tell them! Let them have their squash dreams.
Twin mystery squash are fraternal
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