Melons Are Gonna Roll (Into My Belly)

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One Sunday many weeks ago, the indomitable and I ran to Lowe’s for some then dire, now insignificant tool. Since the store was closing in twenty minutes and I hate entering a soon-to-be-closed establishment, I decided to chill in the garden department. We had just moved into the new house, and I was still pipe dreaming about my garden. However, I didn’t have a tiller nor had I dug out a plot for my veggies. Regardless, I found myself drawn to the seedlings, and after twenty uninterrupted minutes, I bought about $15 worth of plants-a mixture of cucumbers, squash, zucchini, okra, and one watermelon or so I thought.

When I bought the plants, I didn’t really think about how far vining vegetables like to spread. I took me three days to manually dig my small garden patch, and after a lot of sweat and a sunburn, I decided to plant my watermelon away from my garden. When I discovered that I had three melon seedlings instead of one, I decided to plant them in the flowerbed on the side of the house. This seemed like a good spot since the ground was already dug out and I didn’t expect much luck with them. We never had much success with melons growing up in Arkansas, where there is more limestone than soil. But this isn’t Arkansas.


Did I mention that the flowerbed on the side of the house flanks the driveway? And now, three large watermelon vines with their dozen love children are encroaching on my parking place and I have to instruct people to park on the street because we lack space in our driveway.



    Wow! You’re right. I never managed to grow melons like that in Arkansas. How exciting!

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