Vines grew, blossoms bloomed, and one small pumpkin - just one - heartily, faithfully grew. And remained.
A more cherished pumpkin was never sown nor harvested.
One. Small. Pumpkin.
"Enough is as good as a feast."
How I'm looking forward to that pie!
3 comments:
Yay! It's the cutest thing, too.
Beautiful pumpkin, great photos of it, and a great story as well.
It really IS cute, Deanna. You've got that right.
And Geoff, hello! Welcome to my blog. Thanks for the feedback. ;)
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