The end of the butternut squash saga

Remember my bumper crop of butternut squash?  I learned many new ways to use squash this year:  soup, pies, cakes, and breads.  I have quite a bit of pureed squash in my freezer for later use.  
There were still at least a couple dozen squashes in a little red wagon in Cliff's unheated (but insulated) shop, and every once in awhile I'd bring one in to microwave with a little brown sugar, as a side dish for dinner.  
Yesterday, Cliff said, "I want you to go out to the shop and look at your squashes; they look funny." 

Funny wasn't the word I would have used.
I salvaged three that weren't too moldy, one of which is in the oven right now alongside the spicy-chicken-and-rice I'm fixing for dinner.  The rest, as you can see, are laying in the garden where Cliff put them.  They won't rest there in peace, though:  I'll be moving them soon so I don't have butternut squash coming up from seed all over the place.   
We had a nice weekend in spite of the cold weather.  My daughter's two girls spent Saturday night.  We had blueberry pancakes for breakfast Sunday and a nice big noon meal.  The son-in-law ate with us too, once he got some errands run.
I'm still in the "hang-in-there-till-spring" mode with not much to blog about, but life is good.