I know I know, it's July 1st...
But just for like, 1 smidgen in time, can we pretend it's perpetual autumn?
And jump through the looking glass into those magical feelings?
The ones fall conjures up?
I am talking to you pumpkin people.
You know, the reeeeal pumpkin lovers?
Not those that look at the photo below and say, "yep, a bunch of squash."
No no no no.
I am talking about.
Honest to goodness...
The ones who nearly pass out and squeal in delightment at the sight of a punkin babe.
Cuz, that's the mode these babies have me in.
You see, it's hot here.
No, not hot.
I mean, burning up.
Crazy cakes hot.
It's that wicked heat pressure that builds up, and brings in those monsoon storms.
Now, every year as that heat goes wacko, the vines have a break through moment and go bonkers.
That (above) is what happened this weekend.
(Oh, I just heard thunder! Oh please please let it rain, it hasn't rained in months and months)
In the morning you see a female squash blossom.
And the next morning, it's already a pumpkin baby that's plumped up the size of a baseball.
And then, there is the real magic pumpkin vine.
The one that has over 10 pumpkins on it.
The one I didn't plant.
Yep, it was time to bring a few in this morning.
I was so excited cutting them off the vine, and putting them in my old radio flyer wagon.
Then I noticed, something attacked my Rouge Vif d'Etampes pumpkin, and tore it off the vine before it could turn red. Giving it a little bite as well.
(vines that froze over the domed garden during winter are slowly coming back, hooray!)
That's okay though.
I might cook this one.
I am squealing over the pumpkins below that are growing with extra long stems.
The heat just has everything going crazy.
Growing like mad, as long as I am loyal to my early morning watering.
I left some of Lovee's silver leaf nightshade.
He loves the purple flowers.
It grows in the back here every year, so glad to know what it is now.
(thanks for the tip Hexica)
Some sunflowers self seeded in the domed garden, and are smashing their heads at the top.
The dinner plate dahlias are blooming.
9" across on this one.
I am going to try to press it between big books.
Two pumpkins are still alive and well from last autumn in my pumpkin patch.
I can't bear to eat them really.
Plus, they are so inspiring.
Sharing that sort of fall enchantment, that gives you butterflies and creative waves.
Makes me want to get the book out...
Magic things inside book.
That was a huge pumpkin wasn't it?
It's a fairy tale pumpkin.
Which are known for being the very best for eating.
The flesh is a brilliant orange, and tastes so beyond good.
If it looks like it might be going soft, I will cook it for sure.
And save the seeds for next year.
But for now...
We have little fairy tale pumpkins from the self seeded vine of punkin gifts.
And if that doesn't make any pumpkin lovers giddy, then by golly, I don't know what will?
Wait I know what would - if I sent you one.
Now I best take my grubby, wavy, makeupless, garden tending self off to do some chores.
Squinching my face up behind the camera is where you will always find me it seems.
For some reason, the pumpkins are giving me just the kick I need to get my Mad Tea Party planning under way.
I have nary and idea of what I will be conjuring up this year.
I best get my thoughts in order asap.
What ever shall I do?
See you soon,
My indoor children of the fur, note the word indoor -
They refuse to be out in the heat.
I can't blame them.
So, I let them do whatever they want.
Although, they don't ever bite or destroy things like my friend's dogs.
They just want to be huddled around me, sleeping and being massaged.
This one eats off a spoon like a person.
Literally, no joke.
Not licking, but forms his mouth and takes spoonfuls of food correctly.
Puts his head on a pillow.
And does all sorts of human things.
He's on summer vacation I think :)
I couldn't find him, until I found him.
That sweet Miles.
(brownish reddish dog)
He hates pictures.
I'll leave him alone for now.
He gives me little growls when I am pushing too hard, and he isn't in the mood.
He is easily annoyed, haha.
But I hug him and kiss him anyways.
(I love that ornery boy)
He scares Miles.
Then Miles jumps on my lap, and puts his head in the crook of my neck.
It's all gone to the dogs my friends.