Melons!
My parents grow large, tasty, numerous melons. I grow nothing of the sort. Of course, they live in Idaho and have gloriously long, hot summers and I live in the Willamette Valley (mild summers, mild winters and a whole lot of rain). FINALLY, (after years of futility) I was successful in my mission to grow melons. Not in my own garden mind you, but at least I did plant the seeds. So it isn’t me (I hope). These lovelies (I think they are lambkins but I didn’t tag them well so I’m really not sure) grew in the community garden and they were delicious! Too bad I harvested them a little late (around October 1st) so they were a little mushy. And yep, these are the only two. But they were still worth it because they gave me hope. And hope gives you… melons (hey, its my story and I can tell it how I want).