Gardening…it’s not for the feint of heart or ego. Once so proud of my decision to place old metal gates I’d been storing in my basement out back as a permanent feature of the garden and convenient trellis to boot, I failed to consider that it’s ornate swirly design might produce misshapen fruit. In this case, it speared my cuke. It probably wouldn’t be so bad if the haul weren’t so meager to start. These three are the first and so far only production from those vines. Oh well, c’est la vi(n)e!