Nectar of the Gods

I planted two rock melons in the glasshouse and they have grown like weeds in the warm environment and now have no less than 10 individual fruits swelling in the summer sun.  I can't wait until the day arrives when I walk in the glasshouse and am overwhelmed by the sticky, honey-like scent which indicates the melons are ready to eat.  There is something satisfying about growing a fruit which seems so exotic and decadent.  You read about the victorian kitchen gardeners spending endless hours tending over precious melon plants to coax them into growing and using melon nets to take the weight of the fruit.