I have lamented this summer the barrenness of my zucchini plant. Zucchinis are supposed to be so abundantly fertile that you're forced to leave their fruit on your neighbor's doorstep in the middle of the night. My zucchini never seemed able to muster up more than one flower at a time, and usually gave up on those before they actually bloomed. I don't know what I did wrong. All I know is that it seemed like some sort of ominous symbol. There's a very real possibility of infertility in my future--it would require trying to get pregnant to actually know, and I'm not quite at that point yet--and infertility is scary because then you take fertility drugs and have an increased risk of multiples and having multiples scares me more than spiders and possibly even cockroaches.
But fear not! I was checking on my plant last week, and whadda ya know, a wee little zucchini is growing! It's probably the only one I'll get, and I don't have too long for it to grow, but at least I got something. So maybe I won't be barren and have to drop babies at people's houses during the night so that I can sleep. Maybe I'll just have one little offspring and be able to call it a summer. That would be okay.