Friday funnies, garden style
All glory goes to God - our garden is looking spectacular this year. Brandon was able to plow it up really, really well before we planted, with the addition of a tractor to the extended family. Plus we have had a very good amount of spring rain and we did some serious crop rotation while planting, all of which have seemingly created the perfect storm for gardening.
We have seven rows of corn, four rows of green beans, three squash plants, twelve tomato plants, and fifteen of what we now know as pumpkin plants (more on that later). And while the corn and pumpkins still have a ways to go, we have gotten 12 squash and expect to pick our first mess of beans today. Yay!
Last night we were all walking around in the garden, just looking around and praising the Lord. At one point Brandon started talking to the corn (it helps, you know), and Trey thought that pretty amusing. A little while later we walked to another part of the garden and after a few minutes, looked back to find Trey talking to the corn. Too funny.
Anyway, about the pumpkins. While plowing we noticed this big patch of plants that were too pretty to be weeds. We called Brandon's folks to see if they knew what it was - after all, they have been gardening longer than we've been alive. Brandon's dad said, "I believe they're cucumbers."
After doing the happy dance, Brandon, whose love for cucumbers is immeasurable, carefully and meticulously dug up fifteen individual plants and lovingly placed them in the garden rows. And oh how we nurtured those boys. We still weren't sure where they had come from, but just shrugged and went on with it.
There were so many plants in that patch that we gave some away. Here, free cucumber plants.
After the plants had grown a few feet high, Brandon's dad offered a second opinion. "I don't believe they're cucumbers. They look like pumpkins."
And they are. It took until sometime last week for me to remember that last fall I set Trey's rotting pumpkins from Halloween in the garden, on that very spot. Thought it might be good for the soil. And of course with that realization came the responsibility of telling those we had given cucumber plants to, that they were really growing pumpkins.
I think the story is pretty funny. I love the idea of having pumpkins. Poor Brandon is heartbroken - there are not many seeds being sold anymore, so it looks like no garden cucumbers for us this year. Sorry babe.
We have seven rows of corn, four rows of green beans, three squash plants, twelve tomato plants, and fifteen of what we now know as pumpkin plants (more on that later). And while the corn and pumpkins still have a ways to go, we have gotten 12 squash and expect to pick our first mess of beans today. Yay!
Last night we were all walking around in the garden, just looking around and praising the Lord. At one point Brandon started talking to the corn (it helps, you know), and Trey thought that pretty amusing. A little while later we walked to another part of the garden and after a few minutes, looked back to find Trey talking to the corn. Too funny.
Anyway, about the pumpkins. While plowing we noticed this big patch of plants that were too pretty to be weeds. We called Brandon's folks to see if they knew what it was - after all, they have been gardening longer than we've been alive. Brandon's dad said, "I believe they're cucumbers."
After doing the happy dance, Brandon, whose love for cucumbers is immeasurable, carefully and meticulously dug up fifteen individual plants and lovingly placed them in the garden rows. And oh how we nurtured those boys. We still weren't sure where they had come from, but just shrugged and went on with it.
There were so many plants in that patch that we gave some away. Here, free cucumber plants.
After the plants had grown a few feet high, Brandon's dad offered a second opinion. "I don't believe they're cucumbers. They look like pumpkins."
And they are. It took until sometime last week for me to remember that last fall I set Trey's rotting pumpkins from Halloween in the garden, on that very spot. Thought it might be good for the soil. And of course with that realization came the responsibility of telling those we had given cucumber plants to, that they were really growing pumpkins.
I think the story is pretty funny. I love the idea of having pumpkins. Poor Brandon is heartbroken - there are not many seeds being sold anymore, so it looks like no garden cucumbers for us this year. Sorry babe.
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