Squash Festival. For One.

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

Ardie's squash