So while I was laid up in the bed, the boy and his Dad planted the pumpkins. My poor husband had to dig up the hard Georgia clay with a spade because we don't have a rototiller.
Despite his usual dislike of bugginess, the big boy had a pretty good time planting.
The boy is pretty excited regardless.
I am told that we have a few remaining (we planted several that day). I haven't trekked out to our pumpkin patch to see how we're doing as of yet.
In other great farming news - remember the orange seeds we germinated at the same time?
The husband tells me we have two.
Good grief, we're farmers.
2 comments:
I'll bring a cow right over and you can have fresh milk with your pumpkin pies. :) Farmers, in Buford! It's the end of times.
how is the pregnancy going??? I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you! :)
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