The story of the pumpkins

This past August I decided to plant some pumpkin seeds. They sprouted nicely, you may remember, next to the cantaloupe. I didn't have to worry about punkaloupes, because neither of them bore much fruit. ( I did get a couple of tiny cantaloupe, but the vines died...)

A couple of weeks ago, while doing my grocery shopping, I got an idea. I bought a couple of smallish (baking) pumpkins, and when I got home quietly "planted" them among my pumpkin vines.

... and waited the next day until Mark went outside to mow the lawn. I ran to the side window and watched. He walked over to the pumpkins and looked, and looked, then bent down and lifted the pumpkin to look at the stem. Then grinned real big, and lifted the other pumpkin. He then turned to see me peeking out the window. :) We both had a jolly laugh over it, and had a few giggles since then. :)

Then the pumpkins went on to decorate my front porch.

...during which time, the pumpkin above mysteriously walked over to decorate my bird bath. (I think a few of the little munchkins that ride scooters around the neighborhood had a little to do with that!)

One of the other (more practical) reasons I bought those pumpkins, as well as planting the seeds, was to try my hand at making my own pumpkin puree. Pioneer Woman posted a tutorial last fall and as canned pumpkin seems to be a little scarce this year, I decided to try it.

All that scraping is hard work! I did get my puree finally...

(sorry for the blurry picture)

However, might I recommend canned pumpkin while it is to be had... It is nice to know that I can puree a pumpkin if need be, but it's also nice when it is in a can! :)

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a pumpkin pie in the oven...

Really! See?