Last night I dreamed the we had giant pumpkins growing in our barnyard. They were all standing on end, all the same size, as big as me (5’2″), in a group like a six-pack of beer.
The mystery plant, growing wild in our barn yard turned out to be pumpkins after all. They are, strangely, all about the same size and shape.
They might still be some kind of hybrid and not very tasty. But it doesn’t really matter to me. I wasn’t planning on eating them anyway.
We’ll used them as decorations or give them away. And a few will go back to the donkeys and sheep. So they can “replant” some of the seeds and maybe grow some more next year.