At 10:40 AM 6/17/98 +0000, you wrote: >To all who expressed sympathy and commiseration on the subject of >squash, many thanks. So far, we are well. Safe? Well, you tell us. > >Getting home from a nine day trip, I went out to inspect the various >parts of the garden. There were a number of mysterious failures of >plants that, hitherto, have prospered: winter savory, Obedient plant, >papyrus, etc. It has been dry, I wasn't here to water, these things >must be expected. > >The six squash plants that were here before we left had become >five (a rabbit, no doubt) but the five were only about six inches >high with an eight inch spread. Ah Ha, I thought, the threatened >stinging squash invasion was just a leg-pull, a joke, a fiction. > >Digging up the winter savory to consign it to the compost, I saw some >very strange roots . . . large, succulent, tenacious. Tracing them >back to the point of origin, I came to the squash. Oh My! Hurriedly, >I dug up the spot where the absent squash had been -- the same >tenacle roots and they resist even my honed-to-a-fine-sharpness >Dutch hoe. > >Gardeners know that plant & root have roughly the same ratio as >visible to invisible iceberg. My squash -- fighting the rocky soil >have determined to use their roots to FIRST CONQUER THE ROCKS and >then put on their top growth. But I can't pull up the roots and five >remaining plants resist any effort to pull them up. > >THIS is what I was doing when my NGP told Catharine not to call for a >while. The situation had us both frightened! And, to add to our >miseries, the local telephone company was working nearby to install a >new pole for a new neighbor. Apparently they came upon some of the >roots -- and running for their lives inadvertently put our phone on >"unlisted" status. We are thankful to all the gardening gods that the >modem is on a separate line since we now have no voice-phone to call >for help. Please stand by; if things become desperate, you on the >gardener's list are our only hope. > >Will our troubles never end? Is this how our civilization will fall? > >This morning I've put defoliant on the rest of the squash plants, but >as I exited the fenced area (I AM a responsible neighbor! There are >small children across the road, and I didn't want them to wander onto >squash) I heard a low chuckle. There is no one on the place but me >and the dog, and he looks troubled -- he wouldn't be chuckling. I >didn't chuckle. COULD IT HAVE BEEN THE SQUASH? > >Pat (aka Catharine's Ma) who sill send a coded message if we are in >imminent danger: "SA,SA,Adieu", translated, squash alert, squash >attack, Goodbye! > Aha, now we know where Catharine gets her weird sense of humor. <VBG> George