You can't really tell, but it is just the cutest, tiniest little zucchini squash ever. Maybe 2-3 inches long. I think it is a girl and I'm naming it India, after a shade of green I saw on a Wikipedia page. And some people wonder why I cried after the hail storm. My garden is my baby and each plant is a little character of it's own. I hope India grows to be a large, luscious lady (BAM! - look at that alliteration, or consonance if you want to get technical). Then I will decapitate her, shred her to pieces, make zucchini bread and share her with you.
As you can see my garden has fully recovered, thanks to a lot of tender loving care, gentle petting, and daily pep talks. Now if only I could kill weeds with neglect.
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