Grandma Rose Luedtke raised morning glories. Trained up the east side of the chicken house on twine ladders, the morning glories were a mass of blue wonder. Their color and profusion of vines and blossoms are engraved on my brain from childhood summers of wandering about the farm with Grandpa Bill and Grandma Rose.
I planted two packages of morning glories this year, one of them a package of Heavenly Blue Morning Glories. Every seed must have germinated because the four bamboo hoops that the seeds were planted around have disappeared into a tumble of vines and blossoms.
The glory of the morning. That's what this flower is named for. With a five pointed star in every blossom and leaves shaped like hearts, this is a plant that stirs my memory.
Copyright 2013
Wanda Hayes Eichler
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