Wanna See Some Pumpkins? SURE You Do

Ellen D. asked me if I could take a picture of the shadow cast by that valence in the bathroom and I did take one on the door of the bathroom and it was okay but then I took this one in the spirit of being all artsy and shit. I do like black and white. I also love my skillets. 

Well, suddenly the Seminole pumpkins are pumping out pumpkins. They are appearing in more numbers every day. I wonder how many will make it to maturity. I just looked them up and supposedly, they can grow to be from around 5-12 pounds apiece when they're ready to harvest. Also, due to various varieties, they can come in different shapes and colors. Some are roundish, resembling jack-o-lantern pumpkins, except with bumps while some are even shaped like butternut squash. And the vines can grow to be 25 feet long. 
This I knew already. 

Here are three I found today while just giving the garden a casual look over.

Some are growing on the fence, some inside the fence, and some outside the fence. Their love (of life) obviously knows no bounds. 

I'm about to pull up the rest of the pea vines. It is time. 
I will miss their delicate and exquisitely ladylike blossoms. Here's one of the last ones. 

I am looking forward to the okra blooms if we ever get any planted. They look like hibiscus because they are related. 

I did not take that picture but swiped it off a blog called The Almost Retired Life via google images. I hope they don't sue me. I liked this photo because it shows the flower and the vegetable. 
Let's try not to get into a big discussion about whether or not okra is even edible. To some, it simply is not. To others, it's a treat whether fried, stewed with tomatoes, or pickled. When it comes to pickles, I think okra puts cucumbers to shame. And another thing to know about okra is that it came from Africa as did so many of the best things in this country. One of the African words for it is "gumbo" and you can make the connection from there. 

The heat is unrelenting. I didn't even try to do any outside work today. I spent some time trying to research the local candidates I'll be voting for or against on Tuesday. I did not early-vote this year. Not sure why. I think I feel daunted, not by the big races like governor, senators, representatives, but by circuit judges, school board members, commissioner of agriculture. 
Etc. I tried to do my due diligence but I am so woefully ignorant. Not when it comes to the higher offices, of course. 
Florida actually has the possibility of electing it's first Black governor this year, which, HURRAY! except NOPE! He's a huge supporter of the orange POS in the White House and has been for years. Also, he is a Republican. 
Only in Florida. 
And here in good old Jefferson County, candidates' promises all seemingly must include a declaration of their deep faith in Jesus and the offices they hold in their churches. 
It's fucking depressing. 
Not all. But many. One candidate running for the House, posted a long Facebook thing about how he's so sorry for things he did in his past but now he's found Jesus and is a faithful member of his church and that his sordid past shaped him into who he is today and that's why he's the best candidate. I'm not saying this isn't possible. I'm just saying, "Shut the Fuck Up."
And the Democratic nominee who is sure to win the primary for governor was a Republican up until four years ago. 

Sorry. It's too hot. I'm cranky. I'm old. As my dear friend Balboa would have said, "Bite me."
But I'm going to vote. You better believe it. 

Love...Ms. Moon