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A beginner got mush!
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- Subject: A beginner got mush!
- From: t*@ai.chem.ohiou.edu (Tom Perigrin)
- Date: Sun, 5 Oct 1997 22:06:56 -0500
A few months ago I wrote in about "a beginner gets something". And I
described my pumpkin vines, and some kind person told me to pollinate those
golf balls, and I did... and I got three pumpkins... Daddy, Mommy, and the
late blooming baby.
Daddy got to be BIG. A full 3' across, and kinda like a squashed pillow.
Mommy was long, with a pinched in waist. Probably only half as big as
daddy. And baby? Well, Baby came along late. Baby was just a little
bigger than a big pumpkin.
I was so proud.
Well, we had our first frost of the year this thursday... so I decided it
was time to go out and harvest nthem. And each and everyone is soft and
has mooshy spots on the bottom. *snif*
YET - Death, where is thy sting?
I am not discouraged... I am not downhearted. I am a wee bit sad, but I
did it... I made BIGGUNS. (Bsides, nobody will ever see the mooshy parts
on the bottom in the photographs I took!)
Next year, we will dedicate a whole acre to this nonsense... not the 30'
by 60' patch we had this year. And next year I will know to take them off
the ground sooner. And I'll plant them sooner. And I'll read to them, and
tuck them in... and oh yes, my wife will lovingly slather beer on them, and
massage it in while I sing ballads to them... and the moon will shine and
the spirits of the pumpkins will... oh wait, sorry...
Anyway...
Now I need seeds! A good dozen of good seeds... where do I get em?
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my life. The only constants in my life are stress, my loving wife, and
the weekly hairball my cat leaves on the carpet.
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