Big Max, the pumpkin, went into the ground yesterday. I would have posted it yesterday, but the whole "No card" fiasco continued. And, yes, it already has damage from the god damn snails. The last time I saw this was when we planted hostas at our Huntington Beach house. The snails ate it to the ground in three days. I need to consult the internet, books and my local yogi to figure out a cure. I was thinking of sitting next to it and crushing whatever came near. Then, I realized we saw a bobcat a short time back and decided that wasn't the best course of action. Maybe I need to buy a rifle. My son and I are archers, so I could get them with that, but I digress.
Big Max takes about 120 days to mature (grow? escalate? what's the right word here?). That should put him (I'm going with this one is a Maximillian and not a Maxine) right before Halloween. This three bucks is going to save me $80 at the pumpkin patch. The best thing about this when we bought it was the pumpkin seeds were still on the leaves!
I picture some poor employee from Village Nurseries sitting in the back glueing all of the seeds to the leaves. It would have worked beautifully if I had actually noticed them AT the nursery. Needless to say, this thing has quadrupled in size in the week we've had it. I understand that a single vine, and we have three, can take up to 500 square feet of space. We've put it in an unused corner of the yard where, with a little persuasion, it can grow into a large uninhabited space. I would have taken a picture, but there are far too many weeds that need to be pulled before that happens. We're hoping to get four or five pumpkins. That will give us one for my son, one for Kiki (previously known as Bananas, but she renamed herself), one for McKenna, and then one each for family friends, Aidan, Colin, Kyren (I completely spelled that wrong), Drew, Colin, oh crap, it looks like we had better get more.
