Last year, amidst our tomatoes and lettuce, we discovered a squash vine. It took us a few weeks to connect this intruder with our mushy Jack-O-Lanterns from the year before.
That renegade vine yielded two cute little pumpkins. Perfect. One for each of our cute little pumpkins, Mo and Curly.
So last year, around the time we were packing up Mo's garbage truck costume and pulling the fake cobwebs from our shrubs, we put another batch of molding pumpkins to rest in our meager backyard garden.
This spring I planted basil, parsley and broccoli. I found it oh-so-cute to discover not just one but a few little pumpkin vines in the corners of the garden.
But then they grew. And grew. And grew.
They snaked their way through the basil. Mowed right over the parsley. And my broccoli? Choked to death!
This year, we don't have a garden, we have an all out pumpkin patch. And if every one of those bright orange blossoms turns into a pumpkin, we might just open a road-side stand. So much for selling lemonade, guys, we're hawking pumpkins this year!
Check it out: