Three years ago we took the local grandchildren to an apple orchard and besides apples we bought pumpkins: large ones and small miniatures, too. I told the children when their pumpkins began to go bad I wanted them for my composter. And, so we did. However, I decided to cut the pumpkins so the birds could reach the seeds and eat them.
The following spring here came pumpkin vines. The fruit was small so we had miniatures again. I repeated the process. Come spring AGAIN, (second spring) up came another vine. I did not write about it because Aunt Debbi wrote a fun post about hers that did the same thing. But, that was two summers we had to walk around a huge sprawling vine. They are fun to watch grow, but it was getting tiresome.
This spring (third spring) here came another vine. I do not remember the children giving me another pumpkin, but I guess they did. Here is what happened.
This spring one vine grew. OK, we thought, here comes another miniature pumpkin vine. "Miniature pumpkins" grew and grew. Obviously they were not miniature pumpkins. One of my helpers thought they were watermelons. So, I sent a message around to family members near and far that this year the pumpkins were watermelons.
Several days later, another helper looked at them and commented on the large size of the stems. He thought they were pumpkins. It wasn't long before the largest started turning orange.
Message sent around to family: The watermelons are pumpkins again.
When I was looking through some photographs from last year, I found the following missing link, and the mystery is solved!
I don't remember a crisis, but you know what Esther wrote about Americans and pumpkins.
(If you go there, be sure to read the comments below her story.)