Peevish Pen

Ruminations on reading, writing, rural living, retirement, aging—and sometimes cats. And maybe a border collie or other critters.

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Against All Odds

Last summer my husband ate a slice of watermelon in the horse pasture where he shared the rind with Cupcake and Melody. My horses think watermelon rinds are an equine gourmet treat.

He spat a seed into a manure-covered spot.

The seed, being well and organically fertilized, took root and grew. The vine produced a single melon that, oddly enough, the horses overlooked. For some reason, they didn’t sample the melon or even step on the vine.

The picture of the melon was taken in mid-October. Just before last week’s frost, my husband harvested the crop and brought it inside. We haven’t cut the melon yet, but the thumping test for ripeness sounds good.

Never underestimate the power of good luck and plenty of manure.


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