Hmmm, what to choose, what to choose.
While my sibs picked radishes, pole beans and carrots, I picked gourds. Gourds?
I should have known something was up at that point.
I think what was up, was that I was a budding artist. I didn’t want to eat what I grew; I wanted to enjoy something visual way beyond summer.
And here I am, a bazillion years’ later, living part-time on a farm with a real garden, and my favorite plant is still gourds. Pumpkins too, but they’re just part of the family.
Some things never change.
And now we are at that time of year when I stroll through the gardens daily just to see what has appeared since yesterday. Sort of like an egg hunt, but with pumpkins and gourds.
Here's what today brought.
young jack and gourd cross
blue hubbard and white pumpkin cross
I wonder what tomorrow will bring?
Until then, may your day be blessed with treats too!