I believe every year I have been alive, and probably many before, my Dad has tried to grow pumpkins.
RARELY, do they even start to grow & even more rarely do they actually make it to a size where he can pick them proudly.
This year by the end of October, he has a few….blossoms. Rumored there was a small start to an actual pumpkin but a hungry animal put an end to that before I could see it.
In the spirit of Linus waiting in the pumpkin patch on a sighting of the Great Pumpkin…..Maybe next year.
That year, even his best buddy dog was proud!