My friend Ardie sent this:
This spring I planted some acorn squash bushes behind my back fence.
The dream was to have dozens of fresh squash to share with my
neighbors. The dream died slowly and one by one the plants, lacking
sun withered and died except for one brave little soul. This was the
entire crop. I am planning a small Squash Festival at my house next
weekend.
That is so sad. I was feeling bad about my squash harvest, the chickens got them, but now I’m feeling better. Thanks.
Guess that must be the large institutional size glue stick! What it’s not? I’m still sure you will have a fun festival
looks like it will be a very small squash festival