118/365 Crooked Neck Squash

"Bridgett? This is Hildegard," the voice says on the phone. "We were out in the garden just now and have these crooked-neck squash plants, you know, yellow summer squash?"

"Sure," I agree, stirring the risotto on the stove.

"Well, Kinnera planted several of them, and they're all doing well. We don't need all of them--would you like one?"

"Sure!" I never turn down free plants, produce, or fabric.

She explains the procedure. It involves breaking into their yard with a hand spade. This week.

"I'll do it when I come up to water," I tell her.