Good Morning my Friends. How are you this glorious yet thunderous morning?

I have a few days off before going out there and making some cash so I’m feeling mighty creative and what better way to get creative then on my blog.

So I have to tell you our front porch has been taken over by……Morning Glories. My sister was right. They weren’t Clematis.

Remember my blog about the Clematis? I really thought they were. Obviously not the greenest thumb at the fair.

This quote describes my gardening abilities (I know bad Taurus):

“I have a rock garden. Last week three of them died.”~ Richard Diran

Notwithstanding all that I wanted to show you how beautiful my “Morning Glories” are. I really didn’t have to do anything they just grew like crazy. They are all different colours too.

It got me thinking you know. Next door to us we have a bit of an “odd” neighbour . (I’m sure they are saying the same thing.) They took out their cedars and put these things that look like an old stick fort from many moons ago. They said to us as they were hacking the poor cedars down and making big gaping holes that our dogs were planning their escape with that they were putting up these “fort sticks” and they would be a beautiful live fence in no time. I think they said 3 weeks or 3 months. I can’t remember. I know Bobby wrote it on the calendar for fun. Well we plugged up all the holes so our dogs couldn’t run amuck and watched and watched and nothing happened.

The funny part is that me who couldn’t grow anything if my life depended on it planted these morning glory seeds, thinking they were Clematis and they grew everywhere. Twisting and turning in a glorious fashion like they do. If you ever get thinking about God’s existence just watch them grow. They will provide the proof you need.

I couldn’t help but think why didn’t they just plant morning glory seeds around these “fort sticks”? It would have been breathtakingly beautiful.

I’m not saying the “fort sticks” weren’t supposed to be beautiful but something totally backfired. All I can say is I hope they came with a guarantee and I hope they left a sacred offering when they hacked out all the cedars.

Here’s a lovely quote for you

“A morning glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.” Walt Whitman

Until we Meet Again, Sharon