Zucchini squash are so plentiful in Midwest hamlets at this time of year that it’s purely wishful thinking to think “free” is an inducement. Usually, the squash-burdened gardener has to force this produce on her friends, family, neighbors, and everyone else she sees. The classic joke is that we small-towners lock our car doors not so much to prevent people stealing our stuff but to stymie those who would break in to leave zucchini. Still, attempting to just give them away demonstrates admirable hope, if also naivete.
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