A Zucchini Chronicle

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It started innocently enough in April
with two-leaf seedlings labeled green and golden;
non-descript squash plants harboring
hidden potential.

By June the plants crept across the ground with vines
reaching past the beans to confront the cucumbers;
going where no vine has gone before
to divide and conquer, leaving no dust untouched.

July buds formed blossoms inviting bees deep
into yellow-throated pollen pools
thickening within days to elongated flesh:
fecundity in action before our eyes.

The finger-like projections at first harvested
too small, but temptation overwhelms patience;
sauted, grilled with garlic, superb in
supreme simplicity.

But come back a day later: hose-like vines
pumping into each squash, progressive inflation like
balloon-man creations to be twisted and transformed,
but too plump, too distended, too insatiable.

It’s a race to keep up with the pace of production
eat some, give them away, leave on doorsteps like abandoned kittens,
in boxes in church lobbies, lunch rooms at work,
food banks posting signs: “No more zucchini please!”

They march in formation in the garden path
as they are yanked swelling from their umbilical cords
and lined up, stacked, multiplying
like the broom fragments of the “Sorcerer’s Apprentice”.

Once tossed on to the compost pile,
they rest in intimate embrace through heated decomposition
in dead of winter, amid steam rising,
a seedling, innocent enough, pokes through exploding with potential~

Run for your lives!

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4 thoughts on “A Zucchini Chronicle

  1. Didn’t Garrison Keillor once say that the only time people in Lake Woebegone lock their doors is zucchini season?

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  2. Ha ha! love your synopsis! I once saw a sign in a country town that said something like, the only time people here lock their doors is when zucchini are in season!
    Another time someone put out an old chair by the curb and stacked zukes on it with a cardboard sign saying FREE. Later that day they came home to find the old chair gone and the zukes on the ground.
    I’m sure there are lots of funny zucchini stories out there.

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  3. Yes, that makes me laugh. I’ve done the minestrone soup with zucchini, a cheesy squash dish we haven’t got tired of yet, mom Dorothy’s family recipe of stuffed zucchini (a Syrian dish), parmesan bake zucchini and thank goodness my friend’s chickens love the oversized ones if we cut them open. What stories we all have of the prolific zucchini.

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