Apparently the pen is not mightier than the sword after all. Or, maybe it is, but zucchini is mightier than them both-or at least mightier than the pen. Maybe the whole pen, sword, zucchini dynamic is kind of like rock, paper, scissors. Pen trumps sword; sword trumps zucchini; zucchini trumps pen-opposing forces in an uneasy balance.
Would you believe, in bold defiance of my anti-proliferation tract, the zucchini had taken over my kitchen? That sure came as a surprise to me. Up till now, I'd always prided myself on the effectiveness of my persuasive essays. The zucchini seemed to share the odd motto of New Mexico, "It Grows as It Goes."
And then there were the cucumbers, which had wound themselves around the curtain rods and festooned the windows with cheerful yellow flowers and teeny, nubby green fruits. They did look festive there, like strands of cucumber Christmas lights. But, also like Christmas lights, when I tried to untangle the jumbled strands, they were having none of it.
What was there to do but let the plants go free? So I opened the window and out they went in search of sunnier skies and better prospects, while their roots stayed behind in a trunkful of dirt, in the Hodgenville, Kentucky of my kitchen.
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