Pumpkins are in bloom.
This season, the countryside wall, the edge of the ground, in front of the house, gourd or pumpkin, beans, eggplants and peppers and other vegetables and vegetables next to each other. Pumpkin seedlings occupy very little space, and when they become adults, they spread out in all directions, often climbing over their own ridges to neighboring houses. Pumpkin's leaf axils have a kind of tendril on the side, with the ability to climb and crawl. Inadvertently, she climbed over the place is full of vigorous vines, full of infinite vitality, will be a yellow-brown soil into a shade. When her stem and leaves flourish, long vines and wide leaves climb all over the trellis, creating a natural pergola for people to cool off.
This time of year, you often see yellow pumpkin flowers.
What puzzles me a lot is that the ancient poems of flower poems, few traces of her. Probably poets do not need her colorful, only need to chrysanthemum orchids, even though the chrysanthemum orchids can not fill hunger. The people to food for heaven, the gentleman far away from the kitchen, is two realms.
Pumpkin, however, never cared about this, nor did she flaunt it. In her life, it seems to have always contained the desire for color, this simple dream has always accompanied it to blossom. She seems to be the spring bloom the latest flowers, as if only to be gorgeous in the sun, the flower period is very long, will always be open until the fall, as the countryside in the simple love. Can't say how they open, as if overnight, a trumpet-like yellow flower is hot and lively in every corner of the vegetable garden, blooming long hedges, golden, transparent petals as bright as the sun. Her petals are thick and transparent, like a rich agricultural affair. It is such a flower, brightly dotted in the palm-like pumpkin leaves, it creates a strong rustic garden flavor. The summer sunlight passes through the dense poplar bushes along the roadside, spreading its glittering golden light on the green pumpkin leaves. You can see that in the huge layers of green leaves, the flowers are like a group of innocent children, laughing and singing in the breeze, spitting out silk fragrance. Where the sun shines brightly, some fluffy little bees hop from one flower core to another stamen, blissfully adorable. Quiet flowed through the air, an endless quiet, and time seemed to stand still.
Only this kind of flower is less and less, as if hidden in the depths of the countryside years, just so flash is gone.
When I was a child, I thought that every flower would have a melon underneath it. Until the flowers dried up and withered, have not seen the tender green buds of the melon grow out, to ask adults. Later, I realized that flowers like men and women, there are male flowers and female flowers, male flowers is "lie flower" - not pollinated flowers. Lying is human behavior. Do flowers have a language?
Lin Daiyu once exclaimed: "When the flower blooms, it is good to call people happy; when the flower sheds, it is good to make people sad. Pumpkin flowers are different, blossoms and flowers give people the same kind of beautiful state of mind. Soon after the flowers are gone, they will be like a balloon like expansion, bearing a round and thick pumpkin to. She seems to have no constraints on her own appearance, and you only know what she looks like when she grows out. You walk towards the pumpkin seedlings, with your hands to pull open the large, fat pumpkin leaves, you will see a dark green with a patterned pumpkin. The surface of the small pumpkin is distributed evenly and clearly dark emerald-colored lines, and the tiny fuzz on top is pale white, so if you're not careful, you'll bruise it and it will ooze out crystalline juice.
When the fruit is ripe, large and small, horizontal and vertical pumpkins, some like a barrel, some like a millstone, some in the middle of the small two big, in all shapes and sizes. What makes people rare is her color, orange, dark green, a smear of thick and deep stripes painted on, or just like that red and green, with a natural artistic temperament, simple and introverted, plain and gorgeous. Late autumn wind, the green skin of the pumpkin will become golden, sunshine as eye-catching color.
"In the bitter cold, those ripe pumpkins are like a lantern held up in the village field." I forget whose sentence it was, but as soon as I close my eyes, it's as if I see, their oblong, flat, round or scooped shapes, their skin color, russet, yellow-brown, dark green or ochre, more snakeskin, reticulated or wavy mottled, in the not-so-bright corners of country tiled roofs, casually and diffidently stretching their limbs, not crowded, quiet with the years, the flow of water, like the life of a ragged man... ...