We wandered over to the food preserving section and picked up some more pints and quart jars- they had a really great price on them. I don't mess around and buy only wide mouth jars- it's easier to fill them and I like having only one size lid to buy. We then took them to checkout and asked for the straw bale there, which was $5.99. I don't think that if I had horses to bed that I'd be very happy about paying six bucks a bale, but since it was just for pumpkins and I knew I'd have a lot left over, I was okay with parting with six dollars. Anyway, we just needed to go over to the loading area and give the guy the loading copy of our receipt and we'd get our
Now- I have to admit feeling like an asshole pulling into their loading area for a bale of straw in a BMW wagon, but that is the only vehicle Steve and I own. We made the decision some years ago to be a one car family, so we have a nice one, but today was one of those days where I would have given my left one if I'd had a truck. Come to think of it, I don't have a left one either, but you know what I mean. Even though we'd spread a tarp in the back, poor Steve had to spend some time with the shop vac and the car while I jaunted off to the backyard in my overalls and straw hat, with a bale of straw in the wheelbarrow. He's so good to me.
So that is how you raise pumpkins.
And Charentais melon.
And Liberty melon.
On a side note, I'm not sure if any of the Triamble seeds that Novella at Ghost Town Farm was kind enough to send me came up or not. All nine hills that I planted have at least one squash in them, but I have nothing yet that looks remotely tri-lobed, so I don't know what is going on. It's too bad too, because I was looking forward to trying the squash. They're at least really pretty! Supposed to be great flesh and really good keepers. Maybe I'll just order some seed next year from The Seed Savers Exchange. Or maybe one of the baby pumpkins I have will morph into a tri-lobed Triamble, I don't know. I'll keep you posted, though.