It’s Thursday again. Suze here. Fall, or autumn as some say, is my favorite time of the year. Don’t get all technical on me, sky watchers. I know the Autumnal Equinox does not arrive until 5:04 a.m. September 23, so today is actually the last day of summer. It’s close enough for me! Cooler temperatures, leaves changing colors, Major League Baseball playoffs (go Yankees!), and harvest fairs — what’s not to love?
Those of you who have been following the Scribes for a while might remember my post about Captain America, the giant pumpkin Mr. Suze and our teenage son have been growing all summer. Here’s a link back to the original post, if you want a refresher or you’ve joined us recently.
For months Suze’s men tended the Dill Atlantic Giant growing in the backyard, lovingly tented him every morning with a sunshade and snuggled him up at night with a blanket. They bathed his tumescent orange flesh in fungicide, and enriched the soil in which he was growing with secret natural fertilizers. Every few days, they headed outside with a notebook and a tape measure and made calculations of his weight and the rate at which he was growing. At the last measurement, he weighed in at 375 pounds or so — not the biggest pumpkin ever grown here, but respectable. Elaborate plans were made to lift him onto a trailer by means of a gantry and antique block and tackle device. Captain America was destined for glory at our local fair.
Then, disaster struck. Weeks of heavy rain proved too much for the behemoth gourd, and two days before he was to be transported, Captain America developed a soft spot of rot, rendering him ineligible for the competition. Perhaps our pumpkin patch just wasn’t sincere enough.
Depressing, right? Well, for a while. My menfolk cut the top off the pumpkin, scooped out the seeds to dry for next year, and carved out a Jack-o-lantern face. Turns out the fair people were happy to have Captain America as a decoration, and this year a different kid won the King of the Pumpkin Patch award — something I know that kid will remember for the rest of his life. All in all, it turned out OK, and it gives us something to look forward to next year.
Just goes to show you that it pays to be able to roll with the punches and come up grinning. How about you? Got any lemons-into-lemonade moments you’d like to share?