Jumbo Z as big as my thigh!

No, it is not a cucumber. Guess again. Our wonderful Bosnian neighbors have planted a garden that looks like a small jungle. They have so many different crops taking up half of their back yard. They tend it lovingly. The Bosnian beans are climbing higher than Jack's bean stalk, their tomatoes are cramped and not producing much fruit yet, but their plants are healthy and when they do come in, we will be sharing over the fence. Our vines are heavy laden so we will share first with them.

They cut a very large tree down in their front lawn and replaced it with a pear tree. It is bearing fruit now and has one perfectly formed baby pear. The Mrs. planted zuchinni around the tree stump. The vines have crept across the front yard and are heading for the sidewalk. From the road it looks like a very leafy tree has just fallen. I am sure, back in their homeland, they used every inch of space to garden, so growing fruits and veggies on the front lawn is their norm.

They invited us over (with hand gestures) to see their new baby. They lovingly parted the flowering vines and I gasped. You would never guess this monster is three feet long, and is the diameter of my thigh. They offered it to us. How sweet. I declined and accepted a much smaller one. Fried it up and shared. Oh the joys of summer.