The undomestic goddess

Remember the ironbark pumpkins? Well, the incredible time taken to produce something edible out of the first pumpkin I tackled was so dispiriting that I left the second pumpkin sitting out on the verandah for just a little too long. Perhaps two months too long.

It's now sitting in the vegetable garden in case it sprouts.

After all, last season's celery and silverbeet are growing seeds nicely...

And we missed harvesting at least one potato...

Note: Large piles of paperwork looming behind my three youngest children. The undomesticity isn't confined to the garden.