Wednesday the 3rd.
Amy took this photo yesterday when she went in to
check on Ben during naptime. When she went in to check on him today, she
found him in the exact same position. Apparently the Sesame Street
Library's plot isn't holding his attention very well. Either that or it's
so good he can't put it down.
I've
been wanting to post about our pumpkin vine for weeks. Back in July, at the corner of our driveway and our street, where the run-off water
runs out from underneath our driveway, we had a vine appear overnight that was exploding with huge orange
blossoms. Being an ex-farm boy and all, I knew right away that we had
ourselves a rogue pumpkin vine. Last year we had two sets of pumpkins, one
set we picked out ourselves in a pumpkin
patch off the Blue Ridge Parkway in September. That turned out to be a
little pre-mature, because they went all smushy before carving season rolled
around. Our guess is that one of those soggy pumpkins only made it as far
as the ditch next to the road, after all, how far do you want to carry a smelly
rotten pumpkin? Either that or someone threw pumpkin seeds out of their
window as they drove down the rode, who knows. But however it got there,
it is growing like crazy. Only the passing cars and our lawn mower are
keeping it contained. Otherwise I think it would take over the entire
block. We know everyone in the neighborhood thinks we are nuts for growing
a pumpkin next to the road. We think it's funny, because there is no way
we could have grown a pumpkin vine like that if we had tried. Amy asked me
the other night when we would actually see a pumpkin. I did the
math, (Halloween minus a couple of weeks to when you pick out a pumpkin, then
back up about four to six weeks) and proclaimed that we would see baby pumpkins
in a month. We then walked out to look at it and what do you know, we
already have a pumpkin about the size of a cantaloupe.