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The seeds

Once upon a time, in a world far far away, I thought that I’d have time to grow a pumpkin. I had an idea (thanks to a pumpkin-crazed friend) that we should all grow pumpkins.

I sent a call out to the world, yelling, “Get your pumpkin seeds here! Get y’r pumpkin seeds here, everybody!”

The world responded. I happily sent little pumpkin seed packages (seeds all courtesy of my friend Christy, giant pumpkin guru!) all over North America: from right here in PEI all the way east to Pender Island, BC and way down the southern coast to Georgia.

All told, ten pumpkin seed packages were hurtled to:

  • Lynden, WA
  • Pender Island, BC
  • East Lawrencetown, NS
  • Charlottetown, PE
  • Kinross, PE
  • Van Dyne, WI
  • Ladysmith, BC
  • Fortson, GA
  • Montague, PE
  • Lawrenceville, GA
  • Plus, I kept a package for myself (which I failed to plant because…because… Well, I just didn’t do it.)

The rules were as follows:

1. I will send you a couple of pumpkin seeds.

2. Do whatever you want with them. Plant them, feed them to monkeys, throw them in that junk drawer that has safety pins and matches and pens and half-dead batteries all jumbled up together. (I hope you have a drawer like that, too?)

Pumpkin seeds went out, and I plumb forgot all about the pumpkin experiment. A few months later, a trickle of pumpkin emails visited my inbox. In no particular order:

1. Lynden, WA: Planted? Yes! Success? Not with pumpkins, but success with many other important life successes!

“I gave those little ingrates every shot at a long, fruitful life (get it? Fruitful?), but they refused to sprout. I tried many things, and all I got was mold (I think they just needed a good soaking right off the bat; even then, it’s a crapshoot with seeds, as they’re just kinda fickle like that). They’ve been given one last shot to prove themselves, as I tucked them away in the otherwise-successful victory garden (which doubles as a convenient seed cemetery).

Pumpkins - Washington

“Hey, I tried. And you tried to help me. Let’s just remember in our old age that they flourished and I had one hell of a huge pumpkin to show for it!”

2. Pender Island, BC: Planted? Yes! Success? Yes!

This girl’s got a green thumb. And when I say green, I mean, really green.

Pumpkins - Pender Island

“Thought I’d give you an update on our giant pumpkin plant. We have a very humongous pumpkin forming.”

Results - Pender Island

No kidding!

3. East Lawrencetown, NS: Planted? Yes! Success? Yes!

East Lawrencetown has pumpkins up the ying yang. She planted big ones and small ones and now she’s got pumpkins coming out of her ears in a giant shmozzle of pumpkins!

She’s not sure which ones are which, but who cares? Pumpkins galore=success!

In the words of East Lawrencetown, NS, “Now they’re all mixed up.”

4. Charlottetown, PE: Planted? Yes! Success? Yes, until nature took a nasty turn!

I heard through the Facebook grapevine that Charlottetown’s pumpkin didn’t make it: “Now they are sitting in two little pots outside on the step. One hasn’t done anything, the other is just a little green stick…  Maybe I’ve killed them?”

For some silly reason I then began referring to Charlottetown as “The Pumpkin Killer.” I’m not sure why I would do such a thing.

This is my official apology, Charlottetown. You gave them a chance, you watched them grow, you nurtured them and reported on their every growth spurt.

Sometimes these things just aren’t meant to be. You are not a pumpkin killer! You loved your pumpkins and helped them grow. Tragedy struck. And that is all there is to it.

5. Kinross, PE: Planted? No. Wonderful gal? Yes.

Kinross, god love her, is just like me! She has a crazy life that did not allow for pumpkins.

Nope, no sir, no time for pumpkins. I can totally relate.

“I’m ashamed to say that I am pumpkin-less also. Alas, they are still sitting on top of the fridge. Every weekend I would say to myself I should really read those directions I printed off and get this pumpkin rolling. Yes…that never happened. I can chalk it up to is life happened…*sigh*. I’ve been dreaming of pumpkins though!”

Yep, Kinross is a girl after my own heart. Life happens!

6. Van Dyne, WI: Planted? Yes. No sprouting though…

“Alas, planted ours but they didn’t sprout. Disappointed but kind of glad my garden isn’t completely taken over with pumpkin vines. I’m content with the carrots, beans, and peas right now.  We’re picking our first batch of beans for eating tonight!”

Those pumpkin seeds are elusive buggers. Some sprout, some don’t. Keeps life interesting!

7. Ladysmith, BC: Planted? Yes. Success? Yes!

A month or two ago Ladysmith sent me these glorious pictures along with the following message:

“Here are 2 pictures of the pumpkins. I mean the pumpkin leaves, branches and green stuff. There are no actual pumpkins yet. I wonder when the pumpkins start to show up?”

Results - Ladysmith

Results - Ladysmith

Since these pictures were taken, I recently interviewed Ladysmith on the telephone about her pumpkins.

My cryptic handwritten notes from the phone call:

  • Unshapely
  • In need of nutrients and water
  • Was kind of yellow, now turning orange
  • Somewhere between a softball and a soccer ball in size
  • Not a perfect pumpkin shape
  • Slightly odd

Success!

8. Montague, PE: Planted? Yes. Success? Good planting, no sprouting. Many other projects on the go though!

“I did plant one pumpkin seed in each of two large pots on my patio. Maybe because of the backward summer so far they have not sprouted.above the soil.”

Never mind that. Sowing the seeds is the important thing!

9. Lawrenceville, GA: Planted? No. Graduated from University? Yes! Busy lady? Yes!

“I do confess that I am (sadly) pumpkin-free just like you.”

That’s okay, Lawrenceville. Rome wasn’t built in a day. There will be time for pumpkins for you and me both.


That sums up the pumpkin status updates!

All told I’m pleased and amazed with the smattering of different experiences and results. None of us grew REALLY SUPER GIANT pumpkins, but that’s a testament to the amount of work it does take to grow a superhuman freaky pumpkin.

So, was this a contest?

No. There are no winners or losers.

There were just people digging their hands in the dirt and watching things grow. And that, my friends, makes winners of us all.

A stocking at our place

Hope you all had a lovely Christmas! We did!

I am pleased to announce the winner of our last regularly scheduled Saturday contest, Meg S.!

Meg won the lovely book shown above, Prince Edward Island Seen From Away. Congratulations!

Meg, please email me your mailing address and I’ll send the book to you. But I am sad to say that I will not be sending you the stocking labeled Hank (a second-hand store find, I have no idea who Hank is), nor will you be receiving the Christmas orange that’s peeking out of the top of the stocking.

Oh, Christmas oranges. Did you get one this year in your stocking? We usually got one in our stockings as we were growing up, if I remember correctly.

If you feel jilted about your Christmas goodies this year, please consider the Christmas orange!

For many Islanders, the most vivid, evocative memory of that blessed [Christmas] time is the memory of an orange in the toe of their stocking. One woman from a large family said that at her home you were fortunate if you received a whole orange for yourself. She recalled some lean years when she received half an orange, and was happy for it.

For children who ate oatmeal porridge for breakfast virtually every day of their lives, and had molasses on bread most days in their school lunch; for children who looked at fried potatoes almost every evening for supper and considered turnip scrapings a special evening snack; for these children an orange was a marvel, something almost too wonderful and prized to be eaten–an exotic, sensuous wonder.

One woman confessed that she kept her orange for a week after Christmas, kept it in a drawer. Several times a day she would go to her hiding place and take out the orange just to fondle it, and smell it, and to anticipate joyously the pleasure which was to come. Eventually, it had to be eaten: deliberately, unhurriedly, ceremoniously, and gratefully. Piece by piece, and finally the peeling–it was all eaten, and it was all good.

From Them Times
by David Weale.

Doesn’t that make you want to hug someone (or hug an orange)?

Book on our wood pile

Just wanted to congratulate Kim, who won a copy of the book “Roughing it in the Bush” by Susanna Moodie in last Saturday’s contest!

Kim’s favourite book:

City of Joy
by Dominique LaPierre

This novel tells the true life story of a priest who ministers to the inhabitants of a slum in India’s Kolkatta (now known as Calcutta.) An incredible read, and one that never fails to uplift my spirit and make me appreciate everything that I have in my life.

From Kim’s description, the book sounds good to me. I’ll be adding it to my list of books that I should read… Somehow my to-be-read list keeps growing and I never actually read anything… But I foresee some stage in the future where I’ll make more time for reading books.

There were many good books mentioned by all of you. A few that I had read (some of the Foxfire books, Dickens’ Great Expectations, Orwell’s 1984, lots of Agatha Christies, Anne of Green Gables books, Little House Books, some Plato, Kerouac’s On the Road, ) and many more that will be going on my list.

Thanks to Nic for mentioning Woodswoman: Living Alone in the Adirondack Wilderness. I’d never heard of the Woodswoman series of books, and they sound very intriguing! I’d love to read them.

I also really liked what Phil wrote about his favourite book:

Hmm. Many great books on peoples’ lists here. As for myself, my favorite book I have is a little pocket atlas that my sister purchased for my from the J. Peterman catalog (which means, every time I look through it, I do the “Seinfeld” voice: “Elaine…”).

I take this little book traveling with me, and use it as a communication-barrier breaker: I’ll turn to the Washington state picture and show my little town, then turn to the page of the country I’m visiting (say, the Philippines) and find their little town. Then, I might turn to some other maps of other countries I’ve visited, and share some stories. Great way to connect with people.

Other times, I’ll be traveling with a group for service trips, and we’ll often have lots of down-time (waiting for flights, rental vans, etc.). So, I’ll break out the Pocket Atlas, pass it around, and ask people to share stories of places they’ve visited. People really open up when they get to share stories about themselves, and I get to hear some great stories in the meantime.

A number of you mentioned the book Into the Wild. I haven’t read it, but I did see the movie that was based on the book; the movie was also called Into the Wild. When I saw the movie I didn’t realize that it was based on a book. If I knew that, I would have wanted to read the book first, because I think books are always better.

In book or movie form, Into the Wild is a captivating based-on-true-events story about a young adventurer named Christopher McCandless.

Christopher McCandless

From the Wikipedia article (spoiler alert!):

Christopher McCandless was an American wanderer who hiked into the Alaskan wilderness with little food and equipment, hoping to live a period of solitude. Nearly four months later, he died of starvation near Denali National Park and Preserve. In 1996, Jon Krakauer wrote a book about his life, Into the Wild, which inspired a 2007 film of the same name.

I love reading. I really should read more! Thanks for all your creative recommendations.

Book on our woodpile

While I was growing up, we didn’t own a television. For fun, I read books. Lots and lots of books.

There are so many books whose stories have stayed with me through the years. Characters that inspired and motivated me. I can’t pinpoint any specific book that changed my life, but I suppose that every word we read affects us a little.

My most recent reading pleasure has been discovering the book Roughing it in the Bush by Susanna Moodie. It’s my new favourite book!

Our woodpile

Roughing it in the Bush was published in the 1850s, but it is quite easy to read and genuinely funny.

The book tells the tale of a British gentlewoman who leaves Britain to start homesteading in the wilds of Canada. It tells funny, sad, and shocking vignettes of what happens to Susanna and her family during the 1830s.

Reading Roughing it in the Bush gave me such a direct, tangible appreciation for what people had to go through in days gone past! If you’re looking for an interesting, enjoyable read, I truly recommend this book. You can preview the the book in PDF format or you can buy a paper version through Amazon.

Imagine living in a tiny home with only a small old stove to keep you warm. And, because of the smoke, the door to the outside has to be left open: “The door was open, as it generally was, even during the coldest winter days, in order to let in more light, and let out the smoke, which otherwise would have enveloped us like a cloud.”

Imagine being home alone in bed. It’s pitch black. You hear noises elsewhere in the house, but you’ve run out of candles and have no way to generate light. All you can do is wait ’til first light. “The last candle was burnt out; I had no money to buy another, and no fat from which I could make one.”

Oh, Susanna Moodie… I love your book!

Contest: Win Susanna Moodie’s Book

Are you interested in reading Susanna’s book? Well, we’re giving one away!

(Don’t worry, I’ll keep my old beat-up orange copy to myself. The winner will get a new copy from Amazon.)

In order to win, all you have to do is leave a comment below about your favourite book or about something related to this post. Contest closes at the end of the day on December 12th.

The winner will randomly selected and announced on Saturday, December 13th.

What’s your favourite book?

Knee deep in mud

Just a quick note to let you know who won the contest. I am pleased to announce that the winner is Jypsy! Stay tuned for a post about her in the near future. Thanks to all entrants for playing along!

On the home front, the snows have melted for the time being. In exchange, we now have mud!

Yes, once again, I found myself traipsing through the previously mentioned swamp. But at least I wasn’t wearing a skirt this time.

Have you noticed that I have a vast collection of over-sized gum-boots? I’m not sure why, but we seem to only have large mens boots around here. I do enjoy clomping around in them, though; it makes me feel like a farmer.

And this farmer’s been busy today, so she better get to bed.

Good night!

It’s Saturday. It’s contest day. I’m so busy my head might explode.

But enough about me.

Laura-Jane

You know lots about me already.

Now I want to know about you. And I’m giving away another $25 Chapters gift card to find out!

Today’s task? Leave a comment below telling a bit about who you are. And if you’re a blogger or website owner, please explain what your site is about and why we should read it. (Even if I already know you and read your blog, feel free to write about your blog for a first-time audience. Because other readers might want to check you out!) If you’re not a blogger, just tell me about you!

As mentioned, the winner will get a $25 Chapters gift card, plus I’ll write a post about you, too! Winner will be chosen randomly. Be sure to come back next Saturday to find out who won!

Your Friend,
Busy Laura-Jane on the Farm who, Contrary to Photo Above, WAS SHOVELING THICK WET SNOW TODAY

PS: Leave a comment below. About Yourself. Win a Chapter’s gift card! Easy as pie! Mmm. Pie. Maybe, if you left a comment below, you’d win. Then, you could trade your Chapter’s gift card on the black market for some pie. Preferably pumpkin pie. Or raspberry-apple pie. Mmm. Pie. Goodbye!

Photo courtesy of Rayner Creek Photography

Last Saturday, we held a contest. The prize? Our friend and Whimfield patron, Prince Edward Island’s own Rayner Creek Photography will send the lucky winner their favourite print for free.

Can you believe all the divine vacation spots and trips that were shared as contest entries? I read them all; thank you for sharing your lovely favourite-destination-inspired stories.

I myself used to dream of visiting Ireland, like my fellow Irish-lovers Maureen, Amy, and Steven Leary. I’ve never been there, but I’m sure I’ll get there someday.

And the winner is…

This morning, I randomly selected a winner (#34), who happened to be, lover of Ireland himself, Steven Leary!

Steven, please email me (Laura-Jane) your mailing address and the name of your favourite Rayner Creek photo, and Rayner Creek will send you a print for free. Great big thanks to Rayner Creek Photography for sponsoring this contest!

Steven, I can’t wait to find out which photo you will pick. I would have trouble picking one myself!

If it was me, I would have to pick this frog, I think. Even though Rayner Creek has so many gorgeous landscapes and scenic shots, this little guy just speaks to me. I can’t resist him!

What about you, did you have a favourite picked out?

Photo courtesy of Rayner Creek Photography

All photos in this post courtesy of Rayner Creek Photography.