I gave my dad a pumpkin plant 20 years ago. He nurtured this plant. He watered, fertilized and added a whole lot of love. The final weight was 92 pounds. He was very proud. The pumpkins that I grew were no match for this 'Great Pumpkin.
My dad has passed but the memory of Dad and this Great Pumpkin has lived on. My sister, ''The President of Cookies' has teased me over the years that Dads' achievement would never be duplicated. The last two years, she has given me Christmas presents of seeds from Giant pumpkins. I have tried and tried to match the 92 pounds. I do not have the magical green thumb that my father possessed. This year success has finally come to the pumpkin patch. This behemoth squash has tipped the scales at 120 pounds. The best part of this is, I know that my Dad would of been proud of me.
102 POUNDS!!!!! unbelievable. I love that picture of your dad and that pumpkin. Yes, he absolutely would have been proud.
oops, I just saw that I transposed numbers, let me start over
Congratulations. I love how lumpy and wobbly yours is. Your dad would be jealous!
Lumpy Wobbly is sort of me. My Dad would not be jealous. He was very mellow and full of Love.
Look at the size of that thing! It's like Sputnik!!!
higlandsbranchfoodie,CC,Greg, Thanks, 120 pounds was hard to carry to the porch. OBOY!
Dad would be very proud! Looks like it will be bacon pumpkin pie for everyone! (http://allrecipes.com/recipe/joes-incredible-bacon-pumpkin-pie/detail.aspx)
Oh, right. I forgot. It's MY dad who's competetive and snarly. Still.
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