I built some of these just now.
I had an experience today I’m sure we can all relate to. Back in September, I bought a pumpkin. I didn’t carve it, it didn’t rot, and so I kept it out until past Christmas, during which season I had slapped a bow on it and wrapped garland around its base to keep it appropriate. As one does.
For the last three months, then, it’s lived its life on the the floor in the porch next to the composting bin I have in my apartment like a dirty hippie. Today I decided it might finally be time to compost the pumpkin as it was beginning to shrink on itself a little. So I plopped the pumpkin on top of the food scraps and everything, grabbed a spade, and began stabbing it violently into smaller pieces, the better for it to compost.
As the dismemberment progressed, I started noticing light green tubular things and leaves which I ignored because I unthinkingly thought (THAT’S A FEAT) they were bits of vegetable matter that were already in the compost box, and that were getting mixed up in the disintegrating pumpkin. Finally I realized that I was being a fool and they were in fact dozens of little pumpkin plants that had germinated inside the pumpkin.
HOW ABOUT THAT? Whatever, I thought it was cool. Plants are wonderfully persistent.
I took these pictures back on one of those rare days where the temperature (actual and with wind chill considered) was above 0°F or there was no blizzard or the highways weren’t a frozen roller derby of pain or everything would have been fine but the hellaceous winds were causing whiteout conditions and high drifts here and there or there was a semi spilled over on the highway blocking traffic. I think all of those boxes were ticked the last week. I haven’t been out but in short jaunts for a while. Cabin fever setting in. Oh well.
My 365 project might, or might not, have fallen apart a little bit at this point. It is too soon to tell. But, uh. The last two weeks have been stressful, so I cried “uncle” to my self-imposed photo obligations.
I’m going to get back into it this month. Tragically, the days I lost can never be recovered, but I will try to repay my debt society. In the meantime, here are some picture of a cat, the one I refer to as the kitten, a word I’ve taken to pronouncing “ketten” in relation to her and her alone. Then I played with these pictures on Gimp, because it’s fun.
Just admiring the delicate-looking little upward-facing branches on the (too big for a neighborhood) (THERE I GO COMPLAINING AGAIN) trees set against a very pretty sky. The incidentals of this picture, rather than the picture itself, make me excited for spring. First of all, I took this picture standing on the edge of my balcony, where I have not ventured since fall for more than a quick step-out, anyway. And I took this close to 6 p.m. so obviously it was still a bit light.
Since it was in the lower 40s (!!!!!!) today, I actually spent some real quality time on my balcony, reading for about a half hour. It’s always warmer on the deck and it was sunny, if a little chilly in the breeze. I also took the opportunity to do some of the tidying up of old plants and pots and a camp chair and a tote full of planting crap that I didn’t bother going through before it snowed (HOPE YOU LIKED LOOKING AT THAT STUFF ALL WINTER, NEIGHBORS) (IT WAS UNDER SNOW MOST OF THE TIME THOUGH, SO WHO CARES), and then couldn’t get to, because everything froze to the surface of the balcony.
Spring lite’s over for the next ten days, though as it will be getting steadily colder after today. Ohhhh, well.