Another Sunny Afternoon

  

My sister and I noticed that purple morning glory's, one of the flowers that remind us of mom kept popping up everywhere this summer.  She grew them along a white wooden trellis and loved them. I was fascinated as a young girl that they opened every day when I woke up and closed at night and tried to catch them doing so.  Also since I knew they had nectar, I would suck it out and you could taste a faint hint of sweet that was divine.  Sometimes I'd blow the closed flowers like a balloon in my mouth and make them pop.  On the ride to work I passed a few of these fences lined with them.