Last year, to show our harvest time and Halloween spirit, we bought a fat orange pumpkin to decorate our little yard. It gradually decomposed and was covered with autumn leaves and later more than a few inches of winter snow. It disappeared from our sight and memory.
This spring, vines began to appear from that location that seemed determined to assert themselves. No one remembered planting anything, but the thick, wandering, prickly stems, huge leaves and large yellow flowers were attractive and interesting to me, and so they were allowed to stay.
Today, the connection came to me with a big smile. All my life plants were OK, but more trouble than I cared to to fit into my self-centered existence. I love trees and all kinds of wild vegetation. My thinking was: that half of the biological world should also be free and not forced to live in little pots and slowly die of dehydration. Then recently I began growing things outdoors like a few herbs, no hassle and they really do add a punch to a stir fry or a salad. So, that was it. Little plants you don’t have to water and with some real utility would be OK.
Now comes my pumpkin patch. I’m feeling a little proud and protective and thinking about a harvest. Gourd help me, I’m getting soft.
hey! i didn’t name myself this…
but as to your goard issue, i’m tickled to know you figured out where they came from. great story. also very glad i didn’t yank those suckers along with the mile-high weeds…