Call it luck.
One spring I planted the garden with old seeds. Many of them never germinated. No kohlrabi, no beets, no acorn squash.
Oh well, I thought. That's luck.
One morning that fall I happened to remark to Craig, Some acorn squash would taste good right about now.
Sure enough. That afternoon, interlaced among the tangle of the tomato plants, I found the vine, sprung up all unbeknownst.
With one perfect, perfectly ripe, acorn squash.
My first response was laughter.