Day Two Hundred Eighty One 2012

I cut my little homegrown pumpkin from the rogue pumpkin vine growing beside the deck. I’m amazed it survived the heat and drought this past summer, not to mention the insects, the lawn mower, and the powdery mildew that finally covered the pumpkin vine leaves. It will eventually turn orange—I hope before it dies. And when it dies, I’ll toss it outside beside the deck into the dirt from whence it came, cover it with dead leaves and see what happens next spring.