The plants, two of them, took to the spring garden with great gusto. The muckings-out of the chook pen most probably helped. The bees took to the flowers and we got our first pumpkin a couple of weeks ago. It started off looking like this:
A mere two weeks later, it's considerably bigger than a basketball:
The reinventors are a little worried that, by the time this pumpkin is ripe, it will be so big as to be inedible. Thanks again to the chook pen muckings-out, we have another pumpkin vine, probably a jap, that has fruit. We shall not go without.
