Check out the crop, born and raised in our own backyard.
And now proudly displayed on the front porch.
You know those people? The ones whose front porch displays the spirit of Christmas year-round? It begins innocently enough in the month of December. They pick a frigid Saturday afternoon, lean that 14-ft ladder against their roof, and then adorn their home with glowing lights that will soon spread holiday cheer throughout the neighborhood.
Then January rolls around.
Before you know it, it’s November and they’re the ones getting credit for being “the first in the neighborhood to ring in the holidays.”
And the cycle begins all over again.
Well, that’s kind of what it’s like at our house right now. Only for us, it’s not a string of lights – it’s a pumpkin patch.
Case in point, last week I sat down to watch TV… and had to look twice upon finding a new display on our mantle.
(no need to check your calendar — it’s still August)
You see, one of the most remarkable things about my husband is his passion for mastering his next new hobby. When he gets his mind on something, you better believe he’s going to study, learn and practice that craft until reaching ungodly perfection. And this year, the hobby is growing pumpkins.
Let me rephrase that.
This year the hobby is growing the BIGGEST pumpkin he could create within the cozy, suburban corner of our Midwestern backyard.
He spends hours during the day researching the methods, then hours in the evening putting his research to work.
Many a neighbor has strolled by, politely inquiring about the greenery poking through our fence. “So, I noticed there’s something in your yard.” or “Now, ahh, what exactly is that you’re growing?”
And, with pride oozing from his grin, Lucas shows off the harvested goods.
With the hot St. Louis summer, some of the pumpkins have already been picked. So the festive yard has slowly made its way into our home.
(if you noticed in my previous post, the “after” shot was a little cropped…had I shown the whole room, this is what you would have found).
The pumpkin on top weighs nearly 100 lbs. That would be the Atlantic Giant (pretty impressive considering the seeds were bought at Lowes and our summer has been awfully hot).
The others were a mix of Jack-o-Lanterns, pancake pumpkins, white pumpkins (which turned out to be orange with traces of green), gourds and miniature pumpkins.
And even the dogs are enjoying the summer crop.
I definitely see our pumpkin patch as a tradition in the making. And Lucas already has plans on how he’s going to triple the size of that giant for next year.
So watch out Charlie Brown (and the whole neighborhood), the Great Pumpkin is here to stay.