It's time to harvest the pumpkins, before the first frost. Some of them were so big this year that I had to transport them in a wheelbarrow. It took two journeys. On the way to the allotment I met Jane
"Where on earth shall I put my pumpkins," I asked her.
"I keep mine on the stairs," she told me "because that's the coolest place in the house.
"Oh dear. My staircase leads up from the front door, which is glass and south facing."
In the end I cleaned all the mud off them and lined them up along the bottom of the patio door. My poor lodger now has to contend with pumpkins by the place where he sits to eat his evening meal and calendula, elecampane and bean seeds drying out on the kitchen table.
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