The plant growing in the pasture looks like it has decided to be a pumpkin, not a watermelon, probably not even a hybrid. It is turning orange and getting big, there are a dozen like it. Now, we have to figure out what to do with it. Our neighbors and some farmers have pronounced it a pumpkin, perhaps not one we would want to eat, but a pumpkin nevertheless.

Last Fall, we gave the donkeys some watermelon rinds, and it seems they got planted in our manure-fertilized pasture.