We didn’t grow butternut squash this year. I was delighted when our neighbor offered us a butternut from her garden. She thought she planted cucumbers, and was horrified and deeply disappointed when they turned out to be squash. Our neighbor is German-Russian, and the German-Russians here are mad for raw cucumbers in the summer. The squash were truly a tragedy for her. We certainly enjoyed the squash at Thanksgiving.
A Lutheran pastor friend of mine operates a market garden with his family. They planted what they thought was a very long row of onions, but what turned out to be leeks. Lots of leeks. They were not familiar with leeks, and live in the only area of ND where there were sufficient rains this summer to insure a vigorous leek crop. They were at a loss to know what to do with them. He asked me too late to take any off his hands. They didn’t sell. I love leeks, and was sad.
We haven’t had too many garden surprises or any other surprises for a while. I hope I plant spinach this summer and don’t get gourds. I hope I am surprised by mild weather and sufficient rain.
When have you been surprised?