We grew a big momma of a pumpkin called Big Max that is Aidan and Chloe's pride and joy. I had to enlist the help of the husband to move it because it nearly matched me in weight.
Chloe sat on the front steps decorating mini pumpkins with markers which seemed to be some sort of a pied piper song to the neighborhood children.
Roscoe desperately wanted to come out and help, but had to content himself with gazing though the window.
Fortunately there were enough small pumpkins to go around and everybody got to take one home.
This year I canned jams, peaches and chutney, and learned to use a dehydrator. I can braid garlic and make tomato sauce from scratch. We raised chicks from cute, 2 day old balls of fluff to happy, sassy egg-laying hens. I've made tea from my herbs and butter from cream. We produced about 5 cucumbers and 8 stalks of corn, and more cherry tomatoes then anyone could possibly want. Not to bad for this city girl. Now that the garden is a scraggly mess of dying plants, I can start planning next year. Maybe some bees. And some bunnies...