Morning glories are climbing around on this fine but overcast Carolina day. So far there hasn't been enough sun to fully awaken them but I am glad to have dabs of their pretty colors brightening my jungle of a back yard. They took last year off due to the lack of rain and I hoped they would return. When I was a little girl, on some mornings the first words I heard from my mother were, "Morning, Glory," as she tried to rouse me from a sound sleep. And on this Labor Day, I have been a little like these wildflowers, slow to awaken and blossom.
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