This spring when
Krista came over and made dinner for convalescing me, she brought a butternut squash from the past autumn. When she cut it open, we saw its seeds had started to sprout inside. I planted some of them in pots on the porch, and this morning appeared the first of their blossoms.

Krista is blossoming too, and growing right out of her pot--having finished her PhD, she's off to take up her first professorial post in a couple weeks. I'll miss her. I'll have to mail her a squash...
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