My Pumpkin...

Last spring I found some pumpkin seeds that I had forgotten about, they must have been fairly old but I planted them anyway with the goal of growing at least one...hopefully large enough to carve on Hallowe'en. From all the plants that sprouted, and two failed pumpkins which we lost to damage and slugs (bane of my life) we were left with one...rather rugby-ball shaped pumpkin, goal achieved!

So, I went to it last night, knife in hand ready to create my usual jagged-mouthed face, but when I cut into it the flesh was so think I couldn't do much with it - design wise at least.I had managed to grow a pumpkin dense enough to feed a healthy number of people (if useless for artistic creations). So decision made...my beauty has been turned into soup, and lots of it, the left over flesh is cubed and in the freezer.

Thank you pumpkin, you have / will feed us well!

My Pumpkin...(apple for scale)