|The reservoir from Beaver Spit|
As Dean and I started picking I mentioned that we hadn't had any pumpkins though we do have a large and very vigorous pumpkin vine that has taken over a rowdy, unkempt corner of the garden under the apple tree next to the compost pile, essentially colonizing it. The pumpkin is next to the rhubarb which I never harvest so it is very wild; last spring Dean brought over a morning glory that has taken over his front porch and put it out there as well, and Raj put in a couple of rogue cherry tomatoes hardened by life enough to hang with the other delinquents.
I went back up to the house and into the coal room in search of an apple bucket. When I returned, Dean pointed out that there actually IS a pumpkin growing out there, but it was hidden by the elephantine leaves and still green, very much in disguise. We poked around a little more and found a couple others; they appeared very suddenly, I've been going out every couple of days checking for pumpkins and admiring the purple-throated morning glories and haven't seen a thing.
A little later after Kristen made enchiladas to put in the oven for lunch and Dean decided to make apple pie, Kristen, Astha, and I went for a ramble through the woods to Beaver Spit down at the reservoir. Raj stayed behind to help Dean make pie and we set off. It was unspeakably gorgeous.
|The Lodge on Beaver Spit|