By some form of ‘luck’ we have gotten mutts in the hard squashes. Things that could be Hubbard or something type squashes. This year, the mutts are exceptionally pretty, this particular one being starry like. It makes me think of Don McLean’s “Vincent” song.
Starry, starry night
paint your palate blue and grey
look out on a summer’s day
with eyes that know that darkness in my soul…..
(a personal favorite song, though I prefer Josh Groban’s Version)