Yesterday we planted pumpkins. That sounds like the whole story, but it’s never that easy.
I got back from my walk in the pasture and found a message from my nephew asking if it was dry enough to plant. (This part of the story is my excuse for sharing this fence and meadowlark shot.)
Well, you can’t tell we had an inch of rain the day before, so it was quite dry.
The nephew came out after getting the planter from the same guy we borrowed from last year. He had to do some work on it, but he eventually arrived. Every time we tried testing it, the seeds were breaking.
We kept trying, and it did seem to get better, but we weren’t sure. We planted and then tried to find them in the ground. We couldn’t . We kept planting and playing and trying. When we put the leftover seeds in the packets, we decided it really hadn’t planted anything.
Last night, he asked his dad, and they looked at it together this morning. They eventually took it apart and found an acorn down in the workings. That would explain a lot.
We planted again this morning, and we think it actually planted! We think.
If not, we do have a plan B. Sort of. The pumpkins that didn’t get sold last year are giving us a huge patch again. We thought the spray we used on the field before planting corn would have prevented them from growing. But it didn’t.
Now we get to wait and hope the ones we planted do grow and try to figure out how to get rid of the ones up north. And, yes, I did pick up the junk while I was there. Except the six foot metal bar. I had to call for help to get that picked up.
I do hope you’ll consider coming back to join me for Friday’s Hunt tomorrow. I have this week’s items listed at the top of my sidebar.
I’m sharing with Good Fences, Skywatch Friday and later in the week, the Barn Collective.