In my genetics runs a deep thread of people who love their stories. We never start one by asking you to stop us if we have told you before.
It is in the telling and retelling that the memory is celebrated and enjoyed, and so today I pass along a story that I have shared before in this space and basically with every person I have ever conversed with regarding pumpkins…
thus, if I have told you before, I don’t care.
You can just exit and move along with your day.
Matters not one iota, so don’t mind me as I travel back down memory lane to a spring day when our third born bundle of boy came home from school with a handful of pumpkin seeds and some chatter about how his teacher passed them out to the class to take home and plant. Or he had asked for them…or who knows…that part of the story is muddled in my mind.
Too many years and too many stories with this one…
Fine, fine, I said as I half heard him and carried on with whatever chore I was working on that afternoon.
Time passed along and one day, I couldn’t not hear him as he called out with great enthusiasm that they had sprouted up.
I wondered exactly what had sprouted, as I came bidden to our front porch and he pointed to some green leaves poking up through the mulch right by the steps.
His pumpkins were bursting forth and he was just thrilled.
Bless his little heart….I thought…I was sure they were weeds because, oh me of little faith…I couldn’t imagine that pumpkin seeds from last fall could grow amongst the shrubs and holly plants that lived along the base of the front of our house.
I prayed he wouldn’t be too disappointed when nothing happened further, but…lo and behold…God was the one sitting back with glee cheering the pumpkins and that blessed child of ours onward.
Because as summer beat down with sun and the confounded humidity of the midwest, the seedling began to spread out as vines and big and then bigger leaves.
I became a believer and began to train those unruly vines to behave themselves and spread out the length of our landscaping.
We laughed with delight as the blossoms appeared and then small green globes that grew into the happiest pumpkins ever. I want to say we harvested three or four that fall and it is one of my most treasured and favorite memories among the thousands stored up in my heart.
Somewhere in the boxes of this house I have print photographs of the progress of his impromptu pumpkin patch, but I do not need a processed picture of the little blonde haired boy who grew them.
That is stamped in living in color on my heart and mind to this day.
God bless the seeds we planted…may they bring a harvest worthy of Him who gives us all we need and more than we could ask for <3