That sounds like a dime-store romance doesn’t it?
In this story we have no tragic heroine, just a sad pumpkin named Frank unable to live up to his potential after a careless gardener tossed him willy-nilly on to the walkway. Poor, poor, Frank.
There are no villains either, simply opportunistic squirrels passionate about (eating) pumpkins.
After Frank went splitsville, even a hardy set of staples couldn’t keep him together for long. The elements took their toll. Frank flat-lined. It was time to remove the staples.
After counting to three, I reached down and scooped up a mass of soggy pumpkin pulp and a handful of white seeds. The rest was up to the squirrels. They came and went for two days, but I never had my camera ready. The stars finally aligned and I took a handful of photos, below.
Passionate about pumpkin
Plenty to go around
Pauline, at The Contented Crafter suggested earlier this week that “Frank [the pumpkin] may feel a little left out” after seeing Shelley’s fashion makeover. She opined “Could you not knit him a scarf or maybe come up with a hat for your cooler nights?”
I knew Frank wasn’t long for this world, being a split pumpkin full of staples and all, so I did the next best thing: I put him on a pedestal (always good for improving ones sense of stature) and floated a festive Hydrangea for stylish panache.
Frank spews seeds
Then poor Frank ‘tossed his cookies’ while cousin Shelley looked on in horror.
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Today it was every critter for themselves: houseflies, pincer bugs, squash bugs, you name it. Opportunists came and went, including something with very sharp teeth. I’m glad I missed that transaction. Soon I will don some gloves and rescue a few seeds so that Frank’s legacy lives on.
What do you suppose is beyond the dark abyss?
Oh Frank! I miss you already.