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September 28, 2017

I allocated an entire bed to pumpkins this year, but life being the unpredictable non conforming creature that it is, the vine has grown straight out of the planter box, across the garden, and out of the fence, incidentally knocking over a trellis that was put there on purpose to keep the dog out, and bam: produced one free folk fruit. 


There are a crap ton of well behaved flowers left on the vine inside the garden, and I plan on loving all of these imminent pumpkins almost as much.


Nothing is quite so dear though as the rare thing that fails to recognize the claims of preexisting infrastructure and puts its own strange little topspin on living.

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