Out of the 100 or so pumpkin seeds I sowed earlier this year, only one has survived, but it has survived with a vengeance. Every other morning I go down to the end of the garden and redirect its trail in the opposite direction, so now it's looking like a plate of vegetable spaghetti.
It flowers in the early morning, before the sun shrivels it up. Not a sign of a pumpkin fruit yet.
I was imagining lots of pumpkin curries, but all I've got is these goddamned flowers, and sweet little tendrils.