Reaping what you accidentally sow

I’m sure many things could come from that title, but I’m not talking spiritually or metaphorically or anything.  I’m talking literally.  :)

First, remember James’ birthday party last year?  I bought some gourds to use as decoration – see them?

Well, after October was over and the gourds started to get a little scary, I faintly remember tossing them in the compost pile.

Where they managed to do whatever is necessary to create more:

More inedible gourds.

So, I find it not just a little hilarious that the only thing I’ve managed to grow isn’t actually food.  That said, I’m still pretty excited I managed to grow anything at all.  Especially since I don’t think compost is really supposed to support growth.  Oops.  :)

There is an actual squash plant out there as well, but I haven’t managed to catch the squash at good times to pull them off.  It’s either too early or I wait too long.  They aren’t getting enough sun, water, or attention, so even if I manage to harvest one, it will only be about two inches long.  Someday I may be brave enough to plant a garden in the middle of my front yard  (the only place with enough direct sunlight).  Or… maybe not.