Just Some Gourd
It all started with this gourd.
Looks beautiful, don't it? This was the gourd I took a picture of awhile back when it was the only one that survived in all the leafy stuff. It was being supported in the air and obviously...
Imagine the horror when I looked at the back. It just simply did not survive.
So, risking the chance of possibly severing them from the vine, I checked Big Grandaddy. He didn't make it. Big Ben slipped from the vine easily, and he didn't make it either.
So I checked Roseanne. I saw no signs of any rotting but I decided to pick her from the mound. I just didn't want to risk it. I'm going to let her 'air cure' to see if she had started to rot. If after a week, and she's healthy and shiny, I plan to bring her inside so that she'll be in a cool area and not 'age' faster.
I don't know if this is because she's dangling from the top of the fence but she has started taking on an odd 'teardrop' shape so I'm willing to bet that it's a gourd (Or unless we might be viewing a strange actual 'pumpgourd' due to cross-pollination. *evil grin*)
And at last, Brutus, who is still hanging in there.
I'm beginning to think I just live in a too humid place. When I lived in New York, They were churning out bigger pumpkins than what I've seen here. I may end up tossing the rotting stuff over the fence or think about establishing a new mound to bury them but risking the chance the seeds may grow in the rotting mass near the end of the summer, thus, nothing can ever grow of that truly.