While I purposely planted Jarrahdale pumpkins in the vegetable garden this year, one volunteer vine came up in the flower bed out front. One of the seeds from last years' pumpkin survived the winter and wound up in the flower bed when I transferred the compost into the new bed this spring. At first I wasn't sure what kind of curcubit it might be, but it had a little green pumpkin on it before too long. I scratched the initial "A" on it for Ally to find later, who was thrilled by "her" pumpkin when she saw it among the leaves.
Of course, those of you who remember English literature in high school may be reminded of Nathan Hawthorne's Hester Prynne and her scarlet letter now. Born out of last year's compost with no hand to guide its growth, who knows what this pumpkin got up to before it was harvested?
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