To mem nothing screams summer like watermelon. Sweet, juicy and refreshing. I love the wavy lines on the skin, the red blushing insides dotted with those dark seeds. But most of all I love the taste.
I eat it cold, just as is. I juice it, I use it in salads and ices. I’ve even had it grilled and as a soup. I’m pretty sure watermelon is the most versatile, or one of the most versatile, things of summer.
If I could grow green things, beyond the orchid that is still surviving despite being with me and the African violets that bloom to prove a pint, I’d suggest to Beloved that we have a watermelon farm.
Of course the problem there is that anything that survived would probably be consumed by yours truly. I know what you are thinking, what about Beloved? Here’s the interesting thing, Beloved may in fact not be human. The man doesn’t like watermelon. Not even a little. I know! Shocking!😐
This may be why I haven’t really floated the idea past Beloved. 😉 That plus if we did, watermelon might no longer scream summer!