An English In Kentucky


















 Saturday July 23rd 2016Tim Candler9


     There's a Summer Squash which might be called Italian Zucchini. The Squash itself is ribbed, green with white freckles. If left to itself this Squash becomes like a barrage balloon. Very possibly there are parts of the world that might think of this particular Squash as a Marrow, grow it big, make a butter soup out of it. This Italian Zucchini is a most vigorous grower, it likes a big territory, it's leaves are enormous, it makes excellent Zucchini Bread, its very good on the grill and the Eagle Eyed might notice that it deals very well with Squash Bug if there is a Yellow Summer Squash planted close to it. Given a choice, Squash Bug appear to prefer Yellow Squash to Italian Zucchini. Odds are that next year your gardener will have forgotten this cogent, well thought out and totally unscientific observation, it'll have drifted off into the ether, a place where it could well belong.



      In the world a great many thoughts emerge from moments with plants, their relationships with each other, with the climate, the soil, with birds, agues and pests. The more physically close a gardener is to plants, the more intimate the relationship between gardener and plants become, and indeed some gardeners will even conduct worrisome conversations with plants. But I'd argue that much of a Gardener's Lore emerge from such relationships, the observations made. Gold Finch prefer Sunflower, and when there's no Sunflower they'll nibble the Tomato bloom. Boy Cardinal's become obsessively carnivorous around the small green caterpillar. And it does rather go on, probably sounds cutely rustic, homespun nonsense from Hallmark, primitive in the Political Party Convention sense, New Agey if you're looking for irony. Nonetheless, a mind works in mysterious ways, call it mysticism, give it a woo-woo spirit, because despite rumors to the contrary from the more empirically inclined that's how we actually continue to learn.


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