The best way for our family to brush the doldrums away is through silliness. Jim is born-silly: silly to the core. So he’s the instigator.
Here’s how this foolishness played itself out in my garden the other day.
We had allowed a couple of volunteer pumpkin plants to remain in our vegetable plots as our backyard adventure began. Their roots go back to last year’s Halloween jack-o-lanterns-turned-compost. Dozens of pumpkin stars came up all over the garden in the spring. I pick the couple-of-healthiest sprouts closest to the edge of the raised beds and trained them around the perimeter throughout the summer. They did great and were a lot of fun to watch– growing so fast you couple practically see them winding their tendrils around the boxed edge.
Result: One decent pumpkin whose vine recently died back. It was time to harvest.
Pumpkin Butcher
Jim volunteered to hack.
I got more joy from the surprise pumpkin than I have any other produce so far. I do love fall and Halloween, so maybe that’s why. I also am more impressed with what pushes its way out of my garden by the force of nature– unintended– than I am by the vegetables I sew and nurture harvest. Maybe that’s what I like about the Pumpkins, they are wild and free. Pooh stalked through my joyous appreciation-fest as if to remind me– this is all about Halloween.
Pooh passes by. BOO!
I gathered my family to celebrate the pumpkin-lode and to take a victory photo. Instead, I ended up a with couple of images that bordered on randy.
Grace has been playing with Barbies too much
I’ll spare Jim the posting of an even randier image when he couldn’t restrain himself from displaying his gourd in– another way. Silliness reigns (though cautiously). We have the lone biggish pumpkin displayed proudly on the coffee table. For a family that breezes by the mounds of pumpkins out front of Kroger every day, we sure are impressed with our one glorious orb. (I am, anyway)
