I didn’t know if cantaloupe would grow in this area or not, but since the summer was so warm, I thought I’d give it a try. They were late getting into the ground and didn’t get the fertilizer attention needed, but there are quite a few of these little ones. I would call them personal size. This is a teaspoon sitting beside it. We picked 4 of them today. Well, picked isn’t the best word, because they had already disengaged from the plant. We simply picked them up.
The one we opened today was a bit overripe, but we enjoyed it anyway. Tomorrow we’ll try another one.
Seahawk’s day is almost like a national holiday around here this year. And all because they had a great year last . We were invited to our oldest son’s new place and I took my knitting. I am now nearly up to the heel.
And I had some time this morning to put the quilt blocks in some sort of order. So here you see a very rough idea of “Tell it to the Stars”
I never knew what a really ripe cantaloupe tasted like until we moved here. Picked fresh in the morning and bought at the farmer’s market a couple hours later……