What a hoot - carving words into squash. Marrow, eh? I'll look it up. I have some happy acorn squash out in the garden right now. They struggled with the heat but are perking up with cooler temperatures and finally some good rain. I think they'd have been happier if I'd planted them later, considering the heat they had to endure.

Sometimes you have an intersection of activity that makes for a tough time for others - I'm glad I'm able to help - and all if this is culminating in the next few days and days will be luxuriously calm. One hopes.

I have a couple of pairs of gloves, a change of socks, my wheelbarrow, shovel, spade fork, and a big water bottle and will head into the abyss of my friend's garage. This is the ultimate declutter project, into a 30-yard dumpster, the largest size he could rent. It is moved on the back of a truck and raised from and lowered to the bed with a winch that pulls it along the slanted truck bed; it moves on embedded rollers so once on the ground is almost level with the ground, has a beveled edge for rolling stuff and easy to load everything into, through gates that swing open at the back end.

SRS