I had resigned myself to a final crop yield of four pumpkins this year. And I was fine with that. Sure, I was dismayed about those that had died on the journey,but I knew from previous experience that not all that started out would make it until the end.
And then, something amazing happened.
I had taken the soft, spongy pumpkin - the one that had prompted my emergency harvest- and set it beside the house. I wanted to watch it rot slowly as the porch pumpkin had done. Because I'm odd like that. But it didn't rot. It just . . .sat there. And yesterday, when I touched it, it was no longer soft and spongy. It had become solid once again. And was even showing signs of ripening. I was ecstatic.
It's a Halloween miracle!
And then, something amazing happened.
I had taken the soft, spongy pumpkin - the one that had prompted my emergency harvest- and set it beside the house. I wanted to watch it rot slowly as the porch pumpkin had done. Because I'm odd like that. But it didn't rot. It just . . .sat there. And yesterday, when I touched it, it was no longer soft and spongy. It had become solid once again. And was even showing signs of ripening. I was ecstatic.
It's a Halloween miracle!