I’m feeling a bit like Linus van Pelt these days, because every morning I head out to see if there’s a pumpkin rising out of my pumpkin patch.
Since my pumpkin patch is small by most standards, I need to encourage the sprawling vines to grow up rather than out. So before the pumpkins grew too big, Bruce and I hoofed it over to Tractor Supply, bought 2 steel cattle feedlot panels and attached them at the top with hog rings to make an A frame trellis (I promise you that when I was growing up in suburbia, I never dreamed I’d use “Tractor Supply”, “cattle feedlot panels”, and “hog rings” in a sentence that had anything to do with me!).
Thanks to the drip irrigation and warm temperatures, it wasn’t even a month before “Jack O’Lantern” was off and its vines quite literally running and “Connecticut Field” had sprouted and started reaching for the trellis.
Surely, it was just a matter of time before my first baby pumpkin would appear! And on June 26th I spotted something I thought might be it!
It definitely looked like a baby pumpkin and it was at the base of a flower which I thought was a good sign. I became more and more hopeful over the next few days and began to envision my pumpkin cradled in a sling tied up to the trellis.
Then, on the morning of July 2nd, I saw this:
And my hopes and visions shrunk right along with what I thought was a baby pumpkin.
The same thing has happened to other potential baby pumpkins since. “Why?” I wondered (and for the sake of experiment and experience, I decided for once NOT to consult the Internet…yet!).
It can’t be for lack of pollination! There are plenty of bees!
And it can’t be for a lack of growth! There is plenty of that, too!
So, for now, every morning, I go out to my pumpkin patch, weave the vines on the trellis in search of my Great Pumpkin. And wait.