There are only a few types of flowers I truly enjoy. A vase of flowers repulses me. I can almost hear the flowers wilting before my eyes. A dozen roses are only fun when I get to walk past a bunch of them at the grocery store. Yes, I am a grouch.
I do have a heart (deep down) that feels love. True love better than a million, red roses could ever bring. This, my friends, is a pumpkin growing on a vine. A pumpkin (this time a bunch of them) that my husband planted, nurtured, and protected. I secretly stared at them for a long time today. I stood there in the rain and just let my eyes feast on the orange beauties. Andrew kept trying to get me to look at all the pumpkins a few weeks back, but it was early in their development. I was so scared they were going to get eaten or rot away before my eyes. I didn't want to get attached. I am now seven ::gasp:: days away from when I get to harvest these pumpkins and put them all around the house. October 1st is pumpkin day in my mind. This will be the longest seven days ever!
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| Andrew's corn stalks drying out (as much as a corn stalk can in Seattle). |
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