The last of our orange pumpkins now sits on our front steps. In a funny juxtaposition, the pumpkin, which represents all things fall, sits in front of the jasmine, which only grows here in the summertime. The other pumpkins are inside, making the space feel like fall. The snow on the tops of the mountains, the need for the heater, and the freezing temperatures also signal that fall has arrived in the mountains. Luckily, the white pumpkins, which are still ripening on the vine, didn’t freeze overnight and will hopefully continue to get whiter.
Tonight I am trying a new recipe, which, if all goes well, will be posted tomorrow. Also, the Corpse Bride village is underway… photos to come when it’s ready.
Once upon a time there was a Halloween pumpkin that didn’t become a Jack-o-lantern. Instead, the pumpkin sat upon our front steps, greeting those who came to visit, long past Halloween, and almost to Thanksgiving. It was then that the pumpkin started to get soggy, and something had to be done.
Well, seeing as it would have been somewhat hard to move the pumpkin in it’s soggy state, I instead gently pushed it off of the front steps, down to the flowerbed where it was hidden from sight by a big, bushy tree.
Spring came and the pumpkin had all but been forgotten, until a plant sprang up and started to grow. It became huge, but didn’t produce any pumpkins in time (the frost came early that year). We had high hopes that the next spring would bring the same surprise, but it didn’t. No visible pumpkin plant.
Well, you may remember that we removed the trees this spring. And lo and behold, a pumpkin plant has arrived from the same spot that the first pumpkin was laid to rest! Can you believe it?
We are hopeful that this plant will yield many pumpkins. It seems to be on track, producing flowers like mad, and soaking up all the sun (much easier now that it’s not hidden behind a tree)! So, in addition to the lumina (white pumpkins) that we planted, we may get some orange surprise pumpkins too!
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