a zucchini outcast
This morning I had to thin out the zucchini seedlings from 6 to 3 to make room in the pot. This is one of the hardest jobs for a gardener – sacrificing some of your tenderly cared for babies so the others will grow strong and prolific. Gardening infanticide in a way.
I selected the runts of the crop which was hard to do when they all looked pretty robust – one Yates blackjack zucchini, one organic lebanese zucchini and one Mrs Fotheringill’s lebanese zucchini. With three gentle tugs three lives ended. I consoled myself by thinking with my track record the caterpillars would have eventually got them anyway!
the three zucchini seedlings that didn’t make the cut
Speaking of caterpillars, I found this fellow hiding under one of the seedling’s leaves. He was getting ready to pupate by the size of him.
I allowed him one last freedom crawl before I ended his life as well.
a green squirt, a spasm and it was all over.
(to the strains of The Last Post….You gave your life so many, many zucchinis could have theirs….