Maeve has eaten her first watermelon from our garden.

Way back last summer, Maeve, our 8-year-old granddaughter, asked me to try to grow watermelon.

Since she was staying overnight while her parents attended a Police concert outside of New York City, we decided to harvest our first watermelon.

I think it was Peace watermelon, with a dark green skin and yellow flesh. We lost our Petite Yellow, the other yellow-fleshed one. This was the first melon I had noticed on the vines, about quarter-size three weeks ago, and it had stopped growing. Others that appeared on the adjacent vines later (probably Sugar Baby, with a lighter-colored skin and stripes), had surpassed it in size. So, I assumed the earlier one was ripe.

Meave said she really liked it. Nancy and I thought it could have stayed on the vine a bit longer to get riper.

But we have lots of other melons on their way. Watermelons may have been an experiment that succeeded.

Now I am waiting on the tomatoes. The lack of sun and cool temperatures means none have ripened. I am getting impatient.

Meanwhile, I think the peas are done. I picked enough to feed three people last Saturday, and there are a few pods coming, but it won't be enough for a meal. But five weeks of peas is pretty good.

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