Kicking off another pumpkin season

On Tuesday for our 10-year anniversary in our house, I was planning to make a fancy dinner to celebrate. But then I got the worst sinus infection ever and couldn’t get out of bed for a few days. So, Jamie took celebrations into his own hands and dedicated the evening to all-things-pumpkin.

Do you see what happens when I get sick? The whole world pretty much ends.

For normal people, planting would involve taking a seed and putting it in soil. Not us. The seeds needed to be filed, soaked in humic acid and liquid seaweed, followed by the paper towel method.  This year, they started with 11 seeds. Eventually they’ll find their way into Jamie’s makeshift growroom in our basement and then the strongest few will be transferred into the hoop houses outside. The kids will each grown their own giant pumpkin and Jamie will grow two of his own.

Usually Jamie is chomping at the bit to start pumpkin season but he has been more subdued about it.

“I don’t know what the deal is,” he confessed to me. “Maybe it’s because I reached my goal of growing a pumpkin over 1,000 pounds. Or maybe it’s because I’m just so busy that I’m not as into this pumpkin season.”

Or maybe his uber-obsession has been knocked down several notches and is now only a more reasonable hobby-level of commitment?

We can only hope.




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