Watermelons ain't just for hot summer days, poolside parties and potlucks on the lawn.
In the right hands — steady hands wielding a sharp carving implement — they're art.
Incidentally, 'twas Mark Twain who wrote of watermelons:
"It is chief of this world's luxuries … When one has tasted it, he knows what Angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took; we know it because she repented."