Morning glories... they use to invade my fathers garden and wrap tiny finger-like vines around the squash and corn stalks. Many of these grabby little lifeforms fell victim to my hoe on hazy hot Saturday mornings when the rest of my friends were basking in the AC, eating cornflakes and watching the Super Friends. It is funny how only recently I noticed that morning glories are... flowers. Last Saturday I even felt compelled to take a few pictures of some vines clinging to a chain link fence that surrounded a vacant lot. The flowers were the color of Nerd's candy: glowing purple and pink and seeming to pop out against the dull green backdrop of barren, dusty honeysuckle. I am not sure what made me walk over and take notice of them. I think it may have been because somehow I knew that this little patch of morning glories was blooming for the last time. The thought of the summer ending made me feel both sad and relieved. All of my friends know me as an Autumn person, however if you were to ask me today I could not give you an answer. I am afraid to let go of the heat and the sunshine this year. Time seems to be flying and who knows where I will be the next time I blink. Morning glories do not care about such things. They are just as beautiful on the last day of summer as the first. I know they will be climbing up that fence again next year unless some kid like me whacks them with a hoe. I hope he doesn't.
