All summer I checked the progress of this squash every time I walked by that end of the field. I wondered what kind of squash it was. I wondered if maybe they were gourds. I wondered why they only planted a small amount. I wondered who owned the field. And I wondered what they were going to do with the giant squash.
At the end of the growing season that squash still sat there. It was huge and it just continued to sit there. The rest of the field was harvested and still that squashy end remained there on it's own. I watched to see what would happen next. And I waited....and waited....and waited.
Until one day I walked by and I was shocked to see that the squash had been plowed under! That beautiful huge squash...that could have used by local shelters...that could have been fed to farm animals...wasted!! Why??