So I tried something new this morning: pumpkin sex. No, I’m not talking about some weird gourd fetish. I just saw that our Cinderella Pumpkin plant needed a little help with the birds and the bees...minus the bees. (Apparently the bees can’t be trusted these days because of some colony wide die-off issues. Perhaps the Zom-bee Apocalypse? Har har.)
QUESTION: Did I feel the power of Ma Nature in the palm of my hand as I introduced male and female flower bits? Absolutely. FOLLOW-UP: Did I feel dirty afterwards? A little. Might have been the dirt.
Go Team Pumpkin!