Despite an early casualty, these are heady days in the pumpkin patch. Flowers have begun to appear, filling my heart with hope for an actual pumpkin this year. I'd be happy with just one. Really. I'm easily pleased.
My husband has finally recognized the pumpkin plants growing merrily in the front yard, and despite his earlier objections, hasn't complained. Maybe it's the heat. Or maybe it's the sight of those vivid green leaves contrasted against big yellow flowers. After all, who could fail to love a sincere pumpkin patch.
O Great Pumpkin, please don't fail me now.