A garden parable

No one planted the little vine. It just came up right by the front porch, quickly grew across the flower bed, and topped the shrub at the end. After we made it turn around, it wandered right back across and up the ironwork by the door. We called it the wonder vine, because we wondered what kind of vine it was.

After a while large yellow blooms appeared, and then pumpkins —two of them. They grew all summer—one on the ground and the other on a perch made for it on the ironwork. By fall they both became fine yellow pumpkins and smiling jack o'-lanterns.

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November 13, 1978
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