Good intentions of a day well spent in the garden have come to nothing yet again. Even my grand plans to go garden shopping and trawl up and down the aisles of the hardware store looking for mouse proof bits and bobs for my “anti-mouse seed protector device” version 2 had to be postponed.
Life inside was the soft and warm option for me today. But it wasn’t all without gardening endeavours as I wrote a gardening article for a parenting magazine on the joys of gardening throughout the winter. Having said that it was a bit of a struggle at first as I realise not everyone is as crazy as me, and I wouldn’t want to frighten off any newbie gardeners before the spring even gets here. But I soon found some things that would excite even the most fair weathered gardening friend and I was away typing merrily.
I wasn’t missing out on much by being inside as toiling in the garden wouldn’t have been all that fun as, while the rain had stopped the ground was just soggy and boggy and not conducive to a productive gardening session. But as the day grew to a close I felt like something was missing, a productive gardening effort beyond my usual “well at least we had freshly pulled carrots for tea!” I was restless.
My thoughts drifted towards my pumpkins, of which, despite all the love and care in the world that can be offered to stored pumpkins – one went bad and took several others with it. I now have a pressing need to use pumpkins with an increased frequency before they all end up going off.
My mind is an odd place at the best of times and the pumpkin thoughts soon became entangled with memories of the other nights dinner where I fed dear old friends from America a hearty vegetable soup with so many home grown veggies in it I lost count. Of course the logical outcome from this bizarre train of thought was “pumpkin pie – what’s that all about?” So I set about finding out.
Oh my goodness… why have I never ever had this before! Not only is it easy to make but it is quite delicious! Wow! And the kids love it so much more than pumpkin soup!
Come again soon – I will garden. I have to, my hands are going soft.
Sarah the Gardener : o )