So, as you well know, the legend says something like, "gifts shall be bestowed upon whomsoever takes it upon thyself, to crown a scarecrow with a fresh pumpkin head, on all hallow's eve..."
The legend does state this, does it not?
(okay, so maybe I just made that up)
But here's the deal.
If you look upon pumpkin babies as gifts, then putting a fresh pumpkin head on your scarecrow in autumn (and not cleaning the seeds out very well), may or may not lead to a self seeded pumpkin vine in late spring/summer. Not common around here, due to lack of rain fall. However, if the seed happens to fall, get covered by dirt, aaaaaand, there is irrigation nearby.
Then, this might happen all on its own. A gift indeed!
And it did!
Right at the foot of the scarecrow, behind and almost under the hay bale, not one, but 3 vines self seeded (with the help of irrigation water going to the surrounding pecan trees).
Of course I was thrilled.
Maybe too thrilled. But who really cares? There isn't a cap on how excited you can be about pumpkins, is there?
Anyhow...
The punkin' babe growing on the hay bale still needs some time.
BUT!
The punkin' babe growing behind the scarecrow, is ready.
There are oodles of pumpkins that I planted, growing in many places.
However, there is something sort of enchanted, about the ones gifted by the Pumpkin King. Wouldn't you say?
So, here he is.
My first pumpkin baby of the year, cut off the vine.
Complete with curls.
I am besotted.
To me, pumpkins are very special.
Of course, they are as special as anything else that grows.
But, I guess, I have a tender spot for them in my heart.
Meanwhile, many of the hand planted babes are coming along....
Almost ready...
I am so glad that I planted a couple extra pumpkin patches later (the first ones were planted in March).
So, hopefully, there will be more babies popping up over the next couple of months.
Vines are growing up trees, curling into the bark, crawling over everything, flowering in all sorts of places...
I love where vines meet other growing delights, like English Lavender...
Rather perfect timing, all this pumpkin stuff. (I'll take more pictures to share, of the proper pumpkin patches etc.)
I have had some Halloween projects, and must finish up this year's greeting cards too.
So, rain and orange round babies, sure do help to inspire.
I have also been rewatching childhood favorites like Something Wicked this way Comes.
Oh and, have you seen, or read, Tuck Everlasting?
I LOVE it.
(It is all around great, and the cabin in the woods is beyond words)
(sorry, wobbly photographs I took, straight off the television)
And, since I am on the topic of movies that inspire.
One I watch every so often, although super sad, is Cold Mountain.
Yes yes, I know, everyone jokes me that I am like Ruby. funny. haha.
But, what I want to say is....
The part where the old woman in the woods saves Inman? (love her)
First of all, her house/wagon is music to my senses, but the little bells on her goats make me want to faint from joy. It makes me crazy with love, that little fairy bell on goatlings.
Isn't her wagon shackling wonderful?
Also....
I want a goat, but we can't get one.
It will eat us out of house and home, not to mention, garden!
:)
OH, how I want one!!
And a teacup piggy or ten, too.
Well, I best be on my way...
Here's something pretty for you, from my garden...
In keeping with this orangey post...
Tea Roses.
See you sooner than soon!
Love, V
ps: We had a massive monsoon raintstorm last evening. You can't imagine the amount of rain that falls in mere minutes. It was grand! Miles and Matty go all out in the mud and water factor. You should have seen them, my goodnessssss.
