Last fall, we had bought some mini pumpkins, about the size of a softball, at a local farm. I told my teenagers to make sure they were thrown in the garbage after Halloween.
They ignored me and smashed them on the sidewalk.
I half-assed it and cleaned up the pumpkins, but not the innards that were stuck in the cracks of the concrete.
This spring, little pumpkin plants sprang up in a thin sliver of area between some bricks and the sidewalk.
Some bad rabbits were eating the pumpkin plants that we were actually trying to grow in the backyard garden. So I took the little cement sprouts in the front yard and planted them in a raised pot next to our house.
Lo' and behold:
One year later, the pumpkin that should not be, sitting on my window sill.
^_^