Monday, July 9, 2012

The Pumpkin and Frances

In the spring I planted many pumpkin seeds of three varieties. 
 Most sprouted then died.
Of those that lived and blossomed . . .
all but one had male blossoms.

This is our single pumpkin growing.
The skin is pale peach with the feel of 
 a rubber baby doll.

Frances is taking a break from the summer's heat, by relaxing in front of the air-conditioning vent. Through her mind, she is telling me to move on and take the camera with me.

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