One day in July I saw a tiny little watermelon plant at Home Depot and decided to give it a home. He was so frail that I had little hope that it will survive or produce any fruit, given that I have this big old black thumb (as to green thumb which is the opposite of what I have).
Two months later, he barely grew to 2 feet in radius. When my horticultural adviser did a walk-through with me in my garden, she also had very little hope for this tiny guy. Though she was very happy to see that I took a chance on him, but said him had little chance because I planted him too late in the season. “The calendar I gave you suggested planting watermelons in May or June!” Oops! Better study up that calendar ASAP!
But what do you know, suddenly during the heat waves in September our tiny guy suddenly ballooned! It is hard to imagine this could have ever happened. It grew so big that his tentacles covered the entire 20 feet planting area, covering and choking his neighbors as he goes. Of course his next logical step was to expand cross the walking path to seek out other “continents.” This is how he earned his name, Napoleon the Watermelon.
We pruned him three times to get him off of his neighbors backs, but he came back stronger within days each time! You may be wondering why we tolerate this dictator’s behavior. But you see, Napoleon has such treasures!
Right now Napoleon is single-handedly thrashing the lemongrass, tangerine tree, the blueberry bushes, a sizzling pink, and the peach tree and looking to pick a fight with another tangerine tree, a lavender bush, and assorted blueberry bushes. This reminiscence of when he trashed the grand coalition of Austria, the Kingdom of Sardinia, the Kingdom of Naples, Prussia, Spain and the Kingdom of Great Britain!
Though the boys love to visit Napoleon, he is slowly getting on my nerves. There’s no promise how long he’ll survive under my watch.