Sharp, shiny and savvy and still in my tuxedo after a night patrolling the Karen B Vintage storeroom in the studio, I decide to take a nap on a blanket. To be frank, the way vintage quilts, blankets, toys and stuff keeps piling up in here, it’s sometimes hard for a big guy like me to find a place to stretch out and get some rest.
Things were getting really crowded, and then just when I thought things could not get any worse in rolls a plant stand full of ghostly, pale green pumpkins. More disruption. This is too much! Time for some sleep and a dream of my summer dacha in the greenhouse. There, snoozing on a bed of sweet meadow hay I can hear the buzz of the bees and the song of tweeting birds. (But where there are, most definitely. NO, scary, green pumpkins.)
The variety of pumpkin I have grown is called Invincible and it is claimed that its flavour is superior to the King of squash; Crown Prince.