For whatever reason, zucchini was never part of our lives. Mom was about 60 when she first decided to try growing it. She planted a whole row of hills and they all came up and were growing nicely.
She called my sister in Calgary, all upset at my father and at his cows because the cows had got into the garden and destroyed all but three hills of zucchini. My sister was laughing so hard she could not speak. Mother was getting quite peeved with her for her lack of sympathy over losing most of her zucchini. "What is so funny?!!!"
My sister managed to gasp out "You will find out" before my mother hung up.
And she did find out. And by freeze up, my mother was quite thankful to the cows for saving her and wished they had taken two more hills out, leaving her with only one.
She even laughed about it.