Mama H cradling a very wonky striato Di Napoli courgette and a bush baby marrow. Only my mother would cradle it like a newborn. Have romped on over the last few days.
Bit of weigh in. 3lbs and 7 ounces. A very Bonny, bouncing, Bostin’ baby.
Ma plans to curry it, I’ll have you know.
Yours in anticipation,
Horticultural Hobbit
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Now THAT’s what I call a courgette.
P.S. Don’t we all carry courgette’s like that? Looks like Mama H has been in the wars with that finger bandage.
Mother vs a door. That has to be biggest and wonkiest courgette so far, Jean. It’s a new variety for, and isn’t doing too badly.