Some mornings I strap on my tennis shoes and walk into the forrest behind our neighborhood. One morning I noticed in a small deserted patch, some squash blossoms. I knew what they were, as my mom grows squash in her garden. Several days later a large squash was there. I picked it and brought it home. After I cut it and cooked it and ate it, I thought maybe it was butternut. Does anybody know? We can't buy butternut squash here. It was delicious!