Joining in Rhonda's On My Mind series.
Late in spring (here in the Southern Hemisphere) we put in a watermelon vine from the local country markets. Recently it grew a watermelon.
My husband named it Neville. His (the watermelon's, that is) little sister was called Ophelia. [My husband is following cyclone nomenclature here - alternating male and female names in alphabetical order] Ophelia met a sad end when a possum ate her. Fortunately DH had already constructed a possum proof safety net over Neville when this tragedy occurred. We actually didn't think Ophelia was big enough yet to need protecting, but we are new to this gardening game and it turned out she was still attractive possum food.
We harvested Neville yesterday and hope that we will get another watermelon before the weather turns too cold.