I was gentle about it.
I was kind.
But they took it badly.
"Look," I told them, "I know you tried and tried to grow but it's just not happening."
They acted all nonchalant like they didn't care, but I could tell their seeds were quivering with emotions.
"It's not that I'm ashamed of you, it's just that you can't compete."
Their silence was mute testimony to their pain.
In talking to a good friend this morning who helps run the Ohio Valley Giant Pumpkin Growers ummm.... society... I found out that the victorious pumpkin this year weighed over 1,600 POUNDS!
I patiently explained to my pumpkins that we live in desert and that they can't compete with pumpkins grown in places with actual rain and topsoil and less than 100 days of 100 + temperatures.
They just laid there in depression.
Sadly my little friends aren't even close to competing with their giant cousins. See the brick at the right side of the picture. Yeah. They're puny little pumpkins.
But they tried.
Alas, their great pumpkin dreams are not coming true this year.
But you gotta admire the little pumpkins that 'thought they could'!
As a reward I'm gonna let them hang out on the vine for a few more days before they are sacrificed for Halloween decorations.
Poor little fellas.