There is hope after the grasshopper plague after all.
I hate to say this, I was at my wit's end, but we had to spray the dreaded pesticide to rid the garden of the hoppers.
The Zucchini is slowly recovering and is producing again. Not the usual huge crop, but enough.
The garden is kinda like a "baby" nursery. As a matter of fact I am obsessed with the tiny veggies.
Sometimes I just want to pluck them off the vine, away from the mother plant, and carry them around all day. They rate right up there baby kitties and puppies.
For now I will just let them be nurtured by Mother Nature.
And when they are grown, and not so cute, will serve them for supper.
Morbid, huh, sorta like Hansel and Gretel.
The Girasole Lady