All that live must die, passing through nature to eternity. - William Shakespeare
Today we suffered a tragic loss. Our time with her was short, but precious. She was a beauty from the start. She flowered early and produced two beautiful offspring that we enjoyed for dinner on two separate occasions. But then her leaves yellowed, and it was clear her health was suffering. Tonight, as I held her long branches in my hands, she let go. Dear Courgette, we’ll miss you.
She left behind three of her young, their lives cut far too short without her guiding strength. And since they were never able to bloom and grow, I took them home and art instead of dinner.