As we pull the curtains early after supper to shut out the dark these days, I see the wide old window sills piled high with gourds. They're all volunteers from the tired gourds we tossed out on the snow last January (some are bumpy . . . those are the ones I like best) and the sight starts me summing up the year's harvest.
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