Anyway. The weather report says that tonight will be our first frost of the autumn, so it was time to get all the rest of the pumpkins in.
I was a little disappointed that sooo many pumpkins didn't quite ripen. They will be what I have my kids carve this Halloween. (I'm thinking green pumpkin = zombies, Frankensteins, and aliens in a row.) I can't be too sad though, because I did get about 15 ripe pumpkins this harvest, two of which I've given to neighbors and two I've already cooked up into pumpkin pies, pumpkin bread and pumpkin waffles. I don't know that jack-o-lantern pumpkins make better baked goods than Libby's canned pumpkin, but HEY! At least no one got food poisoning. Always a plus.
While getting the pumpkins in, I found this one wedged in the fence slats. I still haven't figured out how to get it out whole without dismantling the fence. Now I can't get this out of my head:
"You karate yes, or you karate no. You karate, 'guess so', squished just like grape."
Thank you Mr. Miyagi. Only now it's "you grow in neighbor's yard yes, you grow in neighbor's yard no, you grow in fence, squish like pumpkin."
And last but not least, this little gem I noticed out in front of our house.
My kids brought this little marigold home last spring in a cup. A class project that I didn't have much faith would live once it was outside in our hard clay excuse-for-soil, somehow hung in there all summer long with nary a bloom on it. Now, days before a hard freeze will kill it off, it finally blossoms. Better late than never I guess.