There was this melon once, living in my garden, not a care in the world. It had lots of food, water, sun and the loving attention of its owner. Had everything necessary to grow up and be a responsible productive melon. Then one day it decided it knew what was best and went to make its way in the world. And, like most melons at that age it thought it knew everything and was grown up enough to make it on its own. But alas that was not the case. On the outside he looked mature enough, but on the inside he still had a lot of growing up to do.
|Posted on Friday, July 21, 2006 - 11:38 pm EST : ||
Very odd, or just me being impatient, not sure which. it showed every sign of being ripe: the grasping tendril closest to it was dried up, brown and shriveled, the spot where it was resting on the ground was yellow in color not a hint of white, and it had no stripes visible to me, the rind was a deep green and had a waxy coating on it, could tell where i touched it. From what i've read here and other places it showed all the outward signs of being ripe. I cut it open and my heart dropped. Barely a hint of pink in the white unripe flesh.
Alas poor melon, I barely knew thee.
Zone "5a or 5b"
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Dont you just hate that, melon would have to be my favorite food.
- NSW, Australia,
Zone "Warm Temperate"
|Posted on Saturday, July 22, 2006 - 06:50 am EST : ||