Gardening, a series of disappointments punctuated with letdowns, disasters and calamity

Last year I thought I had the worst, most inedible cantaloupe. Until this year. I wanted small melons since, well, there is just me and I figured when the fruit came in I didn’t want huge amounts of melons which, though I love them, can smell terrible. I  shouldn’t have worried…huge amounts….AHAHAHAHAHAHA.

So far there have been 2. And they were terrible. I ate the first one in spite but threw the second one out. There’s another one sitting there in the garden, not yet ripe (Count ’em 3—total). 

Meh, let the fucking raccoons eat it. The squirrels aren’t. That’s for sure.

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