The following story is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth...
Today when I returned from work I followed my usual routine. First, let Ella out of the kennel and then tour the gardens. Ella was racing around the yard and I was meandering around checking things out when I stopped bewildered. There in the midst of my pumpkin/flower bed is a big pumpkin.
Why was I standing there dumbfounded about a pumpkin in the pumpkin patch? Because I cleaned this bed out on Saturday. I only had one pumpkin and it was the size of a softball. No, this pumpkin didn't make a last minute growth spurt. I had pulled the vines. Somebody put it there. Who I have no idea. I had two suspects. My husband (something he totally would do) and my new neighbor. She is a hoot and such a prank would also be up her alley. I interrogated them both and both deny. Amanda isn't in the state, so she is off the list. My husband is still under some suspicion and admits it is something he would do, but he swears he didn't do it. I interrogated the pumpkin. To no avail. It isn't talking. I have no clue how this pumpkin ended up in the pumpkin patch. Nobody else really knew there was supposed to be pumpkins there, because the flowers hid them. It is quite the conundrum. I checked the whole garden and there were no other wayward vegetables. I will keep you updated on this mystery in the pumpkin patch. Perhaps it was the Great Pumpkin? Perhaps the packrats have moved to the pumpkin patch? Perhaps it has little pumpkin feet? Perhaps a pumpkin truck got lost and it rolled out. I am perplexed.
Today when I returned from work I followed my usual routine. First, let Ella out of the kennel and then tour the gardens. Ella was racing around the yard and I was meandering around checking things out when I stopped bewildered. There in the midst of my pumpkin/flower bed is a big pumpkin.
Why was I standing there dumbfounded about a pumpkin in the pumpkin patch? Because I cleaned this bed out on Saturday. I only had one pumpkin and it was the size of a softball. No, this pumpkin didn't make a last minute growth spurt. I had pulled the vines. Somebody put it there. Who I have no idea. I had two suspects. My husband (something he totally would do) and my new neighbor. She is a hoot and such a prank would also be up her alley. I interrogated them both and both deny. Amanda isn't in the state, so she is off the list. My husband is still under some suspicion and admits it is something he would do, but he swears he didn't do it. I interrogated the pumpkin. To no avail. It isn't talking. I have no clue how this pumpkin ended up in the pumpkin patch. Nobody else really knew there was supposed to be pumpkins there, because the flowers hid them. It is quite the conundrum. I checked the whole garden and there were no other wayward vegetables. I will keep you updated on this mystery in the pumpkin patch. Perhaps it was the Great Pumpkin? Perhaps the packrats have moved to the pumpkin patch? Perhaps it has little pumpkin feet? Perhaps a pumpkin truck got lost and it rolled out. I am perplexed.