When I arrived in Nova Scotia last May the potager had been abandoned for several years. I spent considerable time just trying to get it back into shape and get out the weeds. Then I had bare ground, but I had to go to New Brunswick to work, so I couldn't really seriously plant it. Before I left Northern Onario a friend gave me an envelope with "squash" written in pencil. What kind of squash? I pushed a few seeds into the bare earth. There will be squash. There're everywhere. And see the bees in the close up of the flower, doing their thing, I shall supply all my friends and relatives.
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