Every year it seems that we end up with at least one thing in our garden that we did not plant. Two years ago we has some adorable teensy tiny volunteer tomato plants, last year it was the attack of the "birdseed" sunflowers, and this year we had two "mystery plants". Normally we are pretty good at identifying our volunteer plants, but this was a tough one.
We were pretty sure that it was a pumpkin. You see, in the fall we always buy a couple of pumpkins to sit on our doorstep and welcome our visitors. As the season goes on, our pumpkins start to look less and less welcoming. So, once they reach a certain point, we just set them in our garden. The theory is that they will rot and wither away, and in the spring we will some lovely little pumpkin sprouts in it's place. It has worked for us before.
Well, not this year. We thought all along that these plants were going to provide us with our fall pumpkins, and about a month ago we realized how wrong we were. Little itty-bitty cantaloupes appeared on the vines. Let me tell you, this was much to my husbands dismay. If there are two things the man does not like, they are cantaloupe and cucumbers, in that order. We are assuming that they must have come from some cantaloupe that ended up in our compost bin and was turned onto the garden plot as we spread compost. (And by the way, I say "we" as if I actually took part in the manual labor of turning or spreading compost. Hehehe.)