doubt

I'm trying not to panic. Trying not to lose faith. But I know that by this time of year, professional pumpkin growers are preparing for their harvests. And I know that by this time last year, my seven healthy pumpkins, while not huge, were the size of grapefruits. This year, thanks to a very wet and cold summer and a still-unidentified creature devouring the majority of my plants, I am left with only three plants and twice as many fledgling pumpkins. The largest of which currently looks like this . . .

. . . and measures two whole inches in length.

I'm putting on a brave face in front of the pumpkins. But I'm also secretly planning an autumn visit to a favourite local pumpkin patch.  Don't hate me, Great Pumpkin.