This is the pumpkin vine that is growing out of the front flower bed. We've enjoyed it so much, we think we may plant them in several beds next year. Take that, nosy neighbors!
If you want to know how the pumpkin got there, well, it's a long story.
Picture it. It's a cool day in November, far removed from the summer heat. The night is foggy.
The skulls and maces have been put away for another year, as is the custom of this patch of the county. Only the jack o lantern remains. In a fit of clumsiness, someone knocks the jack o lantern, more than worse for wear and somewhat squishy to boot, off the porch and behind the giant bush. The bush is usually full of some kind of stinging insect.
Days go by. Seasons change. The exterminator kills the swarm. Richard removes the bush. And then in the fullness of time, a new life emerges in the flower bed. What is it, we wonder? Is it a weed? Given Richard's theory on plant life (If it's growing, and I don't have to mow it, let it grow!) the pumpkin has a fighting chance.
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