And the sad Tale of the Pumpkins.
I was going to blog all about my new babies; my two-and-a-half-month-old pumpkin plants that I've had crawling around my music room since early March. I was feeling so proud! That was my downfall.
Here's the new bed, and the little darlings placed so carefully in the mixture of compost and sheep poop.
And here they are the next morning.
The morning of the deadly FROST:
I wanted to cry.
But I bought a new packet of pumpkin seeds instead.
I will place them in the pumpkin patch AFTER the danger of frost has passed.
(In New England it just takes SO long to get there!)