love me some libraries. You go in and you get to take home books - for free! Then bring them back and other people can read them!
Right up there with libraries and books and stories is my love of fall. Some people's hearts go pitter-patter over a great pair of shoes or a beautiful golf swing or a shiny convertible but the signs of autumn get me every time. When I see gold and scarlet leaves tumbling down or a farmer's market full of pumpkins, I literally gasp out loud with delight.
Imagine, then, when I was at my library the other day and saw pumpkins growing right there, big as you please.
As I was checking out my books, I told the librarian I admired the pumpkins out front and was possibly the teeniest bit envious; I have tried to grow pumpkins for three years running with no luck at all. (A friend even mailed me her own pumpkin seeds and I still couldn't get them to grow!)
Turns out, last year the library put a fall display in the flower bed and left it there for a few weeks. When they went to clean out, the bottom of one of the pumpkins had rotted through (it is still mighty warm and humid here, clear through the end of October) so they left it there. Those seeds nestled in and found a good home. Several months later, out sprouted a pumpkin vine all on its own. (Whereas I coddled and babied and begged mine to grow to no avail.)
The library is magic. I knew it all along.