Back in April Pat and I were pleasantly surprised when we noticed pumpkins growing in the new flower bed in the front yard. We let a pumpkin winter over (nice way of saying we forgot it) in the bed's smaller predecessor. I was literally giddy with excitement (or as close as I get) thinking about the possibility of growing a pumpkin. That is correct, I was thinking pumpkin in the singular. I thought the pumpkin vine would look nice winding around the flowers and grass we planted in the bed. I did not expect to get the behemoth that has taken over the flower bed. There are healthy day lilies and daises within the mass of pumpkin leaves. I've moved the grasses twice. Not that we've learned anything from this. Pat planted three zucchini around the soon to be overwhelmed water feature. I'm going to have to make the flower bed bigger. Oh yeah, my neighbor says I have to do something with Q-tips and the pumpkin flowers because I can't rely on bees. I am clueless; there are loads of bees in our yard. I really thought that pumpkin stands got these things from semis filled with them and the semis got them from somewhere down south.