By our backdoor, some volunteer pumpkin vines sprang up this summer (God planted them, D. says). We've already harvested two nice little pie pumpkins, and there's one more almost ready. Every morning, all summer, the yellow flowers have opened up all fresh and beautiful, and every evening they've shriveled up so you'd think the vines were dying. I finally took a picture of this lovely Hoosier subject. As the old saying goes, "Ain't God good to Indiana?"