Good Gourd

12 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment

by Becca in Normal Blog Entries Tags: family, farm, food

Also, mini-gourds were such an exciting and integral part of the day that I felt a desperate need to have a separate post completely dedicated to photos of them.

The task was to go to the upper barn, get some gourds, and bring them to the lower barn. Those of you who have hung out with eight- to ten-year-olds know this can take an inordinate amount of time. I didn’t mind.

Come get your squash! But these squash were not a part of our duty today.

She really liked this particular gourd.

Sydney cracks herself up, but not necessarily Samantha.

Samantha really liked the dark green gourds. She’s really articulate and likes to play around with adjectives and phrases in a way that always draws my attention. This one she described as “dark as the darkest midnight.”

They’re just so fantastically lumpy. Samantha used the word “mold” in a way that I thought was a bit pejorative.

Samantha often approved or disapproved of choices.

Big smiles for the gourds.

With so many excellent specimens to choose from, filling up two bushels became an ordeal.

But we did it!

We successfully moved decorative gourds from one giant box to another.

So fabulously lumpy.