What will emerge
From these bright green vines
Spiky to hold
Stretching and creeping
Across the murky brown soil
Bright yellow flowers
Burst into life
As they fade
They do not die
Into a golden orb
That grows and grows
Until late autumn nights
When the pumpkin is picked
And celebrated far and wide.
Last year we started our first ever allotment and to our great delight, one of the things which have grown wonderfully is pumpkins. This year we got a wonderful collection of pumpkins, we invited my little boy’s friends over to pick one each. Not only did we get to show my little one the value of nurturing something and watching it grow but we then got to see the sheer joy on all the little one’s faces as they got to pick out a treasured pumpkin, it was a wonderful feeling. It reminds us just how wonderful, beautiful and fascinating nature can be.
Not so much love for the little pumpkin this week but thank you for all the fabulous entrants.
- pumpkin/ – pensitivity101
- Pumpkin – The Bag Lady
- The Lonely Pumpkin | #writephoto Flash Fiction – Jemima Pett
- #WRITEPHOTO – PUMPKIN – Ladyleemanila
- K.L.Caley’s #writephoto. Pumpkin. | willowdot21
- #Writephoto – Pumpkin – nope, not pam
I hope you’ll join me for another #writephoto challenge published today at 12 o’clock GMT.
Thank you all again for taking part in #writephoto – PUMPKIN
With special thanks to Sue who originally made the #writephoto challenge so meaningful for all of us and gave me her blessing to continue it.