The little clay goddess went out into the garden on Planting Day.
Now I practically need a machete to get into the garden.
The tomatoes have been the size of grapefruits.
The collard leaves are as big as skillets.
The squash vine, umbilical, not content with taking over the garden, is in the process of claiming the entire back yard. I'm expecting it to grab me as I go out the door any day now.
The butternuts it bears are each more than a foot long. The last one I cooked weighed two and a half pounds.