Gardening can be a violent affair.
There is no denying that our days are getting shorter and there is an unmistakable change in the air that we all pretend we don’t feel, but we do. It whispers, “Hurry, hurry, hurry” in our ear.
And that is why violence was wreaked in the pumpkin patch this evening.
Most of the pumpkins in my patch are marble sized but a few have gone from marble to tennis ball sized. This is great, but there are only two or three weeks of dependable heat left, and even then frost could nip its way into the garden anytime.
And so for the sake of the greater good, I nipped my way through the pumpkin patch this evening, removing all blossoms and any pumpkins that hadn’t yet achieved tennis ball status.
This beheading of fellow baby pumpkins works wonders on the bigger pumpkins. Suddenly the energy that was going into making as many pumpkins as possible is diverted into the remaining larger pumpkins and they grow crazy fast as a result. Or at least that’s the hope.
Nipping off the blossoms was extra freaky given that a picture I took of a blossom earlier and posted on Facebook had a face in it. A friend pointed it out. At first I didn’t know what she was talking about but when I looked closer there it was, plain as anything.
See for yourself.
One friend said it looked like a smurf. Darcy thinks it looks like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. What do you think?
I didn’t take time to look at the blossoms I nipped off tonight. Who knows what the rest might have looked like. I didn’t want to know.
It helps to know those who were nipped in the bud went into my stock troughs where they will compost and provide nutrients for next year’s vegetables.
Nothing in a garden ever dies. It just becomes part of the cycle for next year.
It doesn’t seem quite so violent when you think of it as a beautiful circle of life rather than the beheading of baby pumpkins.
I think I think too much.
I think I’ve been gardening too much.
I think I need to call it a day.
Good night fellow gardeners.