Hello, here is a rather sad story about my Halloween pumpkin.
I forget when I planted the seeds, and also what kind they were. And maybe I was a bit late getting them in.
Our bees seemed to have left when the lavender and thyme and all the Australian native trees finished. I decided I would have to pollinate them myself. You can do that you know.
Then one morning my guardian Pauline Conolly and I went out to see if the flowers were ready and do you know what? There was a bee buzzing in the pollen and flying from flower to flower. Oh me of little faith! I apologized most sincerely to Mother Nature.
From then on it was all systems go. My word a pumpkin grows fast. Yes, just the one.
I had been measuring my pumpkin every day, so I was really upset when I realized it had STOPPED GROWING!!
It wasn’t nearly as big as the one I’d seen in Pauline’s gardening books. So very disappointing.
TRYING TO AVERT DISASTER
My friend Milly (well OK, she’s my girlfriend) suggested we could use some powder she ordered on the internet. We spread it all around the vine and then Milly rubbed some into the top of the pumpkin.
I can’t say I had much faith in the stuff. I thought I’d try something with a bit more oomph! Like a few hundred volts of electricity.
OK, pretty close to ready now. Not that it grew much bigger. Looks a bit battle scarred because I tried to write my name on it. Haha…that’s a joke. I think a bird sharpened his beak on it. I wanted to enter it in the Royal Easter Show, but Pauline said I’d have to put a bit of filler in, and paint it. That would be cheating of course.
When I saw the pumpkins at the Show I could understand what Pauline meant. They were humungous, and as perfect as a baby’s bottom. I wouldn’t of stood a chance, sorry…I wouldn’t HAVE stood a chance.
Here we go, you have to leave a bit of the stalk on when you cut your pumpkin, so you can carry it. Haha, no…so it doesn’t rot.
I made a bed of autumn leaves for it on my trailer. Milly was ever so proud of me.
Pity it turned out green instead of orange, but I was looking forward to making a scary Halloween lantern. I was just starting to carve out a zigzaggy mouth when Pauline said, ‘Éditor Des, Halloween isn’t until the end of October.’ Can you believe it? #!*#*^#&*#! That’s what happens when you are adopted by someone from the wrong hemisphere.
For heavens sake! I’ll have to find a recipe for soup.
It tasted better than it looks. And I didn’t need a bowl.
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