Going, going and nearly gone

      Sadly they started harvesting the pumpkin crop in front of the house and now all of our glowing orange footballs have gone. Bizarrely the Boss and I had become really attached to them, they were a cheerful sight to say the least and particularly with the early morning sun making them appear as glowing orange lights.

      Inevitably the picking was labour intensive, slow but steadily remorseless, there was plenty of mechanical back-up to move the large crates and it was like watching military manoeuvres or some strange ballet because the whole exercise was beautifully choreographed and carried out with great precision. You could tell that they'd done it before.

      Sixteen or seventeen workers carefully hand lifting and filling the large palletised crates then the full crate taken away by tractors and fork lifts to be loaded on a massive trailer. Then they were all gone to wherever harvested pumpkins go. A farmer friend reckoned that they'd go to the baby food industry because they were harvested early and too good and carefully grown to be chopped around for Halloween or the pet food market. Anyway it seems far too early for the Halloween part of the crop.
      Now they've all gone with just the very odd damaged one left on the field and I wonder what w is going to be planted for planted for next year? The bright yellow oilseed rape I reckon but perhaps just perhaps it could be a bright light blue field of linseed.
      I wish.