It is always a great day when after your effort and watchful care, the first melon is deemed ready to pick.
Oh Delsie, how can something so wrong (mismatched shoes, both on the wrong foot) be so cute and endearing? Independence, it's a great thing but it takes a little practice.
I gave each of the kids a sticker. They were supposed to look through the patch and put it on the melon that they thought was the most ripe and ready one for picking. I got to be the final judge, so I walked through the patch and it just so happened that Dalanie and I both agreed on the same one. It ended up that it was the one that we picked.
It was a real beauty, weighing in at 34.0 lbs.
Just for fun we had Delsie step on the scale. It outweighed her by a few pounds.
I always feel like there should be some sort of a ceremony or at least a drum roll, it's that important. I actually get nervous cutting in to it. Will it be ready? It was a little disappointing to see the light pink flesh. We all had hoped for something a bit redder. But I tell you what, it did not disappoint in taste.
Juice was running down everyone's elbows and the slurping going on was insane. It's safe to say everyone was happy over growing another patch of tasty watermelons. It trumped all the store bought ones we had been enjoying.
And the best part about raising seeded watermelons? The spitting contest, although none of us are world class...yet.
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