When Life Gives You Melons

Consider dyslexia. I have to all the time.

But in fact we truly did get melons, something almost completely unheard of in the cool and foggy Bay Area.

Yup. Five ripe ones, a number of ripening ones, and a number that are probably going to make the worms in the composter very happy.

Granted, the melons weren't that big (1-2 lbs) and could easily fit in your hand. Now I'm not completely convinced that I love them (perhaps I'm just not a melon person?) but everyone else seems to think that they are pretty alright.

So what are they? The Kazakh melon which is adapted to low water (now that's a relative statement) and cool nights. My neighbor who grew up in Iran recognized them immediately. They are very sweet, with tremendous fragrance and a medium-soft texture. Think honeydew melon, but then keep on thinking.

















I knew when I planted them that it was an unlikely experiment, but each year seems to bring out a new experiment (I'll spare you some of the other ones). Will it appear in next year's garden? Dunno yet, but there is someone here lobbying for planting them again next year, and his name isn't Princess.