BigMama came over, and gave me a lesson on melon maturation. "Get down there and give them a sniff," she instructed.
"All I smell is tomato." The fruits were resting among rogue tomato plants.
"Give them a squeeze," was her next instruction.
"Rock hard, kind of like my gourds."
BigMama smiled in only the way BigMama can. My lesson was over for the day.
Come back tomorrow BigMama, when we're picking and drying corn.
1 comment:
Um... nice melons. ;-)
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