Normally the bathroom scales provoke sighs of irritation when I use them and occasional vows to eat less chocolate, but this morning they elicited whoops of delight.
No, I have not been on a diet and I have not lost weight. The whoop was in admiration for the weight of my first pumpkin of the season!
As I have lost one pumpkin to mould I thought it was time to bring the rest in and put them on the sunny back step to colour up. So, I cut my first pumpkin: bent down to pick it up and could hardly move it as it was so heavy! This was a wonderful surprise, as this is a new variety that I grew from seed for the first time this year and I was unsure how they would turn out. I need not have worried! The plants rampaged across the lawn and six flowers set seed. One was lost to slugs and mould and then there were five and they grew and grew in the sunshine and the rain.
I have grown larger pumpkins, but none so heavy.
I hauled one on to our rickety bathroom scales and these beauties average a magnificent 10 kilos each!
If they taste as good as they look, I will be in pumpkin soup, risotto, and roast pumpkin all winter long.
Who said September is shabby?