I realize that in some parts of the country, growing melons is no big deal. Maybe that’s true even for more experienced gardeners in the Willamette Valley. These people just take harvesting a ripe melon out of the garden as an inevitable part of summer.
They will undoubtedly not understand my excitement at picking a single, baseball-sized melon after two years of trying. But my little fruit monster Ryan and I — we were very excited indeed.