On one of my earlier posts, I mentioned picking the pumpkins we'd grown for Halloween. It was a bit early to harvest them, but they were huge and hard to miss, so there was a good chance they would get pinched or vandalised once we got into October.
Yesterday we went to our allotment to pick the last of the sweetcorn, and every remaining cob had been knicked.
It leaves me short of things to say, because most of what we thought and wished on the thief is unrepeatable.
Thankfully the pumpkins have survived being stored in the garage. The largest is going to our two youngest granddaughter's school for Harvest Festival, and will then be used for Halloween.
Grown with love, given with love, and enjoyed.
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