It’s been a discouraging few months on the allotment. Our soil needs work; nothing can grow in it. Potatoes, beans, sweetcorn, they’ve all failed in the face of such adversity. But our humble courgette has clung on.
I never saw courgettes as survivors. I’d reserved my admiration for root vegetables, like potatoes or turnips. It’s like I equated dirt with muscle tone or something. Well, like the good book says, the meek shall inherit the earth.
Our courgette is flourishing, basking in our undivided attention. Its fruit may be underweight, but it’s our firstborn.