I remember as a kid, I think I talked Dad into planting pumpkins in the garden (we had a huge garden, about 50'x75'). Dad chose some kind of hybrid that just went crazy. We had pumpkins growing up in the line of big white pines to the north of the garden. A couple of the pumpkins on the ground were so big that they took two men to lift.The white spot where it has been resting on the ground should turn yellowish and it should feel heavy for its size.
One year I put in a flower garden for my wife on Mother's Day, using compost from our compost bin. We didn't have to buy pumpkins for Halloween that year.
Back in my miss-spent youth when we rustled watermelons.I am guessing at some point someone threw out some watermelon rinds seeds out the back door at some point in the spring, well now there is about 5 or 10 plants out there surprisingly there are watermelons on the vines. Anyone have any idea how to tell when they are ripe?
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My pumpkins would never volunteer for anything. I had to practically threaten them with a knife to get them to do anything. If they refused then, I'd cut a hole in the top of them and scrape out their guts. Then I'd do unspeakable things like carving a face on their side.We have had volunteer pumpkins coming up for 5 years now. Planted a couple for the grandkids and now they are everywhere. In the garden, the flower garden, and in front of the house.
This year is especially good for them for some reason. Grandkids will have a ball in a few months.
Don
Mister, we hang watermelon rustlers 'round these parts...Back in my miss-spent youth when we rustled watermelons.
Small enough to run with and darker on the bottom.
Wait..isn’t that the plot of Reservoir Dogs?My pumpkins would never volunteer for anything. I had to practically threaten them with a knife to get them to do anything. If they refused then, I'd cut a hole in the top of them and scrape out their guts. Then I'd do unspeakable things like carving a face on their side.
Man, that's an old reference.They’re dangerous, best not take any chances shoot to kill!!! Channel your inner Gunny Ermey….
Did I mention I hate watermelons?….
?Man, that's an old reference.
I credit Mail Call and Tales of the Gun with making me a gun nerd as a kid. Used to record them on VHS and stash the tapes to watch when the parents weren't around. RIP Gunny.
My great uncles put in about 4 acres of watermelons and honeydews every year in their working years.I remember as a kid, I think I talked Dad into planting pumpkins in the garden (we had a huge garden, about 50'x75'). Dad chose some kind of hybrid that just went crazy. We had pumpkins growing up in the line of big white pines to the north of the garden. A couple of the pumpkins on the ground were so big that they took two men to lift.