My mother’s pumpkin patch

Flicking through photos of this week in past years, my eyes stopped at the photos I took in my mother’s garden thirteen years ago. She had devoted a considerable amount of her energy during her last active years in cultivating a small flower garden in front of the house, and an unkempt vegetable patch at the back. The Family and I would spend hours with her at the dining table next to the kitchen which was the real living room, and look out at her patch of vegetables. That June the pumpkins were in flower (featured photo).

At intervals I would wander out into the garden to take photos of a bird or insect which caught my eyes. On this one sortie, I caught a moth (or is it a beetle?) sitting on the flower and an unfurling tip of the pumpkin vine. These are prodigious climbers, and by the next year the pumpkin vine had climbed into a terrace on the upper floor, and had to be cut back again.

By I. J. Khanewala

I travel on work. When that gets too tiring then I relax by travelling for holidays. The holidays are pretty hectic, so I need to unwind by getting back home. But that means work.

5 comments

  1. Beautiful photos — the thought of pumpkins “the next year” is kind of strange. I plant them knowing they probably will have no chance to form mature fruit before the frost comes, I have put mine in the front yard this year so people can enjoy watching them grow and they’ll get more sunlight.

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  2. The pictures are so full of life! The flower makes me nostalgic, we used to have them in out home kitchen garden, We would also fry the with batter and eat it. I can almost feel the taste right now.

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