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Planting squash again is sort of like planning on and wanting another kid after having a really terrible delivery filled with pain with the prior child.  Because I know that I hate squash at the end of every single spring season and my husband and kids beg me not to bring another zucchini into the house.  It’s so painful to keep racking my brain deciding what to do with the 2 foot long zucchini that I had overlooked and I just can’t bring myself to throw another one into the compost pile.  Oh, and try giving anymore to the neighbors or your friends and they just look at you with a pained look on their face that says, umm, I really want to say no because the others that you gave me are rotting in my fridge, but you look so excited about zucchini because you grew it yourself that I just might say yes.

So I planted zucchini today and yellow crook neck, yellow scallop and lemon squash.

Has anyone else forgotten the pain from last year?