Giant Pumpkins!
We had gone to a state park, near the house, to do a little leaf peaping – it was underwhelming – perhaps it is still too soon. However, as we headed home, I spotted what appeared to be a patch of giant pumpkins!
“Do you want to go back?” Kate asked, indeed I did; I answered. We pulled into the very nice woman’s driveway; I got out of the car, called out excuse me, in no particular direction. The care taker of this wonder came to the front door and simply said: “Help yourself, everyone does.”
I had a whole speech prepared, but she was not interested. I think she knew she had grown some rather spectacular produce, and had heard enough congratulations.
Thus I climbed up the little embankment, and started to walk around her autumn garden. The pumpkins were not off to market or the fair, she had grown them for sheer pleasure, it seems our pleasure – enjoy!
In trying to capture the enormous size of her pumpkins, I lent this fellow my sunglasses, to offer you a tool for comparison.
Note the beautiful crimson maple leaf, nestled in the leaf from the pumpkin vine.
He sits happily on the hill, in front of her home.
A giant yellow squash?
There is a special pleasure in the last days of your garden’s harvest. You have reaped the rewards of your months of labor, and now it is too late, in the season, to worry about weeding or bugs, even watering is all but useless; you have shared your bounty, the greenery is starting to die down and this is that moment when you step back, tip your hat, and acknowledge the changing of the seasons.
