I have wanted to grow pumpkins for years now. But space prevented me from even planting a seed in years past. This year, I went for it. And to my amazement, I had a few baby pumpkins starting to grow. Sadly, all but one died. And the one surviving, thriving pumpkin...well it was growing half way up (or half way down, depending on how you look at it) AND on the outside of the fence (insert memory of pesky garden neighbors).
I was torn between cutting it off or trying to save it.
I'm a glass half full kind of girl. I opted to save it.
So ladies and gents, may I please present you with the world's most relaxed pumpkin! Resting comfortably in a custom made squash hammock (not to be confused with a squash house).
Things were going well until I had to go and eff them up. I decided to tighten the hammock. I thought I was doing a good thing.
Two days later, I came to the garden and I smelled something rotting. It took me a minute to figure out what it was but then suddenly...I knew. I ran over to the fence and sure enough. She was gone. I think I actually did this when I tightened the hammock. Or at least contributed to it. So it's fault.
A sad, sad day for relaxed pumpkins everywhere. Sniff!