William came into the kitchen this afternoon and told me that he had picked a "big" squash. I checked the squash out expecting it to be at least twelve inches long. Not quite. Not even six inches long. Maybe, four inches at most.
The "BIG" squash
While it's not as large as he made it out to be we can collect two or three more "big" squash and have them for dinner one night.
Now if he'd just find some "big" green beans to go with those "big" squash I would be a happy cook/wife/gardener.