Has the Plant Curse Been Broken?

As you all know, I do not have a green thumb. When one of my plants survives and begins to peek through the earth the following year, I am joyously surprised rather than smugly rewarded.  My expectations are low. I have killed far too many flowers and plants over the years.  Still, I love them. I am particularly happy to live in an area with a long growing season where plants which existed as annuals in the North are perennial here in South Carolina.

With all that in mind, I am happy to report that my experiment with planting the seeds from last year’s Jack-o-lantern appears to be working quite well. Five days after I placed those seeds in the soil near the backyard palm tree, I decided to see if there was any progress.

I screamed in astonishment when I saw that not one, not two, but forty pumpkin plants were beginning to grow. Perhaps there is hope. Maybe the kids can set up a pumpkin stand in our driveway in October. This is not the end of my pumpkin story.

Looking Ahead to the Fruits of my Labor

Early this morning, less than three hours after sunrise, I found myself on my knees in my garden. I had rushed outside before the temperature had risen over eighty degrees, knowing I would be unable to withstand the heat and humidity if I waited too long. After raking away the mulch and sprinkling some Miracle Gro-infused soil in the prepared area, I was suddenly whisked back in time many years and three states ago, when I accidentally grew a pumpkin in our front yard.

The surprise pumpkin appeared as a result of an act of laziness by me the previous year. I had waited too long to dispose of our Jack-o-lantern and ended up kicking the rotted carcass of dear old Jack to the side of the front steps. I did nothing to encourage the growth of a pumpkin. I did not fertilize it nor did I water it, so I was quite astounded when I discovered a vine of unknown origin which turned into a pumpkin.

Knowing how easy it had been, last year, after carving our Halloween pumpkin, I intentionally saved the seeds with the hope of purposely growing a few pumpkins. I first spread out the seeds on a cookie sheet to dry, and then stored them in an envelope in the back of the garage refrigerator.

Thankfully the seeds had not been thrown out, so a few weeks ago I researched the best time to plant the seeds in our state. The planting time in New Jersey and Maryland has long gone, but here in South Carolina, where the weather is oppressively hot, the time has come.

I created a raised bed with lots of room for the growing vines, and then ever-so-carefully placed the seeds in the soil. I then dragged out the hose and watered my seeds, thinking ahead to October when I will have a lovely pumpkin patch.


I wonder if it will work.