It's August.

I'm sick of squash.

I'm up to my neck in summer squash.

Half my yard is winter squash vines.

My tomato plants got destroyed by deer. All I have left are squash.

I have squash vines growing up my trees, they wind around them like Christmas lights.

Squash squash squash squash squash! I see why jack-o-lanterns are a thing. By October everyone is sick of squash!