Guess what??? My watermelon finally pollinated. I’ve tried every method I can think of – there are dozens of new flowers every week, and I just through we’d never see fruit.
Now that we are hitting the very quick slide into fall, I highly doubt we’ll eat this little bitty, but at least I can say I grew a watermelon instead of “I grew a giant plant that overtook my entire garden, taking everything in it’s path down with no shame while it produced zero fruit.”
For perspective, I’m holding a hollowed out peanut shell in my hand.
Yeah, she’s small and will likely not outlive the early morning crow insanity we call our street. But it doesn’t mean I love her less.