And that's what it looked like for the next, oh, six months . Lovely. But the other day I noticed that it looked like someone had mess with its "front door". Damn I thought I'm going to have to call the city and get lied to, but then I noticed the back ho around the rear of the hulk.
Isn't it gorgeous? The neighborhood rejoices. I felt my resale value stretch and sigh with joy.
Speaking over before and after. I decided it was time to eat the first watermelon. I grew it, I harvested it and now it was time to consume it.
It tasted young. It wasn't as sweet as melons I have had in the past but in its defence, it was a preemie and it never had a chance to develope properly. It was good though and had the right texture and it smelled devine and I still have half of it left. I have high hopes for the other melons.