What is it about these flowers that I love. Their beauty, the color, the way they open themselves up to the morning sun revealing all of their glorious splendor.
My love for morning glories started long ago, when I was but a child. Every year the school would send us home with seeds to sell and morning glories were among them, always the heavenly blue color. I determined in my heart right then that when I grew up I would grow them. Why I never attempted to grow them in my tender youth is a mystery.
Morning glories come in many colors, but mine had to be the heavenly blue. Perhaps because they remind me of the summer sky of my childhood when I would lay in the grass looking at the clouds and blue sky pondering on life. If you look at the center of the morning glory it looks as though there is a white cloud contained within the flower.
A few years ago I went to Baltimore to visit a friend, while out on a morning walk I spotted some wild morning glories growing, words began to fill my head, it became a story about the flower, written in rhyme, a story that imparts how messy life can be until love and compassion are shown, because of kindness and help the beauty of life shines through, it is The Morning Glory Story, I am near completing it, it has been a process, I was only given the first 2 paragraphs, but more has come recently and it should be finished soon. I believe there is a time for every purpose and it cannot be rushed, but what I hope to impart in my story is to look beyond what is on the outside and to have love and compassion for others. As many authors who have gone before me I carry a message, my message is delivered from the heart of my youth, when I lay in the grass looking at the blue sky and white clouds pondering about life and dreaming that we could love one another, transcending all of our differences.
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