Here is one of my guilty secrets: after Thanksgiving, I roll the season's pumpkins and gourds down the hill, and that is that. Sometimes, I get lucky and something volunteers to grow where they land at the edge of the woods. I noticed this beauty down there about a week ago. I'm not exactly sure what it is. It could be a pumpkin, or it could be a swan gourd. It is so late in the season and the sun is getting so weak, it probably won't amount to much, but it is a lovely thing to find.
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