This week's Sunday Scribblings topic is 'Hi, my name is...,' so I thought I'd bring in a mystery guest that turned up here, about a month ago, and let him introduce himself. Without further ado, I'll let the guest go ahead and speak:
Hi, my name is John Cuke Or Melonplant...at least that's what SHE calls me. Sometimes she calls me Rumpelstiltzken, too, but I don't answer to that one, either. I know once she knows my REAL name, she'll have power over me, so I'm keeping it under wraps for now. I'm hoping by the time she discovers my true identity and relegates me back to that compost heap I crept out of, my fruit will be big enough to have seeds of their own - they'll have a fighting chance to clamber out of the heap, too, and carry on the family name. Part of my plan for world domination, mwah ha ha ha...just kidding. Or am I? heh-heh...
She really doesn't know for sure what I am - and I'm not going to tell, not as long as I can help it. This all just shows how much she knows about gardening. She brings all these gardening books out here, and squats down beside me, comparing me to the photos in the line-up, like I'm some sort of criminal. She can't even tell that I'm really a...hmm, I don't think I'm going to tell you, either. I'll just let you guess, too...
So, melon or cucumber, or...well, what do you think I am?
Go ahead and guess. But I'm not telling...yet.
Please feel free to tell me or guess the true identity of my mystery guest - your guess is as good as, if not better than, mine. I've been guessing off and on for weeks now.
I get a little over-excited about the small miracle of finding these little surprises from nature - I parade everyone in the family by to see them - look at what came up, all on its own! They sweetly humor me, That's nice, Mom. No, I don't know if it's a cucumer or a melon. It's, um, very cool though. They may not find it nearly as exciting as I do, but I still feel the need to share the wonder of it. How nature can take its course with or without our hindrance or help.
Of course, there are always plants coming up that we don't want, too - weeds, palm seedlings, catalina cherry and loquat trees would take over if we let them. But many others have poked their heads up and been welcomed - a fig tree was the biggest surprise. Over by the apple trees (there's another small garden mystery going on over there - one of the apple trees is blossoming again!) The sheer mystery of some volunteer plants is just intriguing to me - what bird dropped this seed? what other garden might it have come from? Did it clamber out of the compost heap on its own? Or did it land from outer space? Most of all - what will it turn out to be? I can tell from it's leaves it's not a weed...after a while the suspense becomes almost unbearable for me...I start to pace around their mysterious little green leaves, with my trusty gardening books in hand, muttering, "Who are you, and why are you growing in my yard?" They say talking to plants is good for them, but somehow I don't think interrogating them may be quite what they meant, lol.
Sorry, I don't have any solutions to wind up this mystery yet- I don't have a clue about the true identity of this mystery guest. I don't have a clue about a lot of things, lately. However, if you'd like to meet some other new characters, check out this week's Sunday Scribblings.
Now it's time to get ready for Sunday lunch with everybody. I have to find my socks - I don't know where all my socks went to during the summer when I wasn't looking, but now that I need them, I can only find a couple of pairs. It rained yesterday! Today the sun is peeking out from behind big puffy white clouds in a blue sky - but it's still so nice and cool. I love fall. Wishing everyone a happy autumn Sunday.
Mystery plant (yes, I know that's a weed growing around it, but it came up right around the base of the mystery plant, and I didn't want to disturb John Cuke-Or-Melonplant's roots.