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Created on: August 21, 2008 Last Updated: September 21, 2008
As I sat silently on my porch one brisk spring morning, slowly sipping my favourite Colombian coffee, I dreamed about gardening season that was fast approaching. My gardens the summer before became abandoned during my toughest months of pregnancy. But this summer would have a different story. My daughter would be approaching her 1st year by the end of the summer and for that, I dreamed vividly of planting something bright, beautiful and inspiring just as she had been to me over the 8 months of her life. The time I spent the most enjoying the sight, opposed to the work, of my garden, was during those early morning hours. As my precious offspring would be still sleeping silently, with the rising aroma of my morning java, and the birds chirping their early morning song, it was clear that a vibrant yellow morning glory vine would work best for my sheer enjoyment. Not to mention it would thrive if motherhood left me lacking care for it.
The edge of my porch was lined with lattice, but only high enough to keep the nosey neighbours on the east side of my house from intruding their view onto my porch. That pleasantly vicious vine would have plenty of room to grow up and over the lattice, further giving cover to my morning solitude. This day, I would eagerly travel to the local nursery to purchase the seeds of a yellow morning glory vine.
Much to my surprise that August, the morning glory had become the most lush vine the neighbourhood had seen. For every gardening enthusiast that passed by the house would compliment me on that meaningful vine, this then led into a briefing of how the vine found it's way to my porch side. My once early morning thought of a commemorative flower to honour my daughter's existence, became the gardening talk of the neighbourhood. To this day, we enjoy that Colombian java each summer morning while staring at the enchanting yellow morning glory we plant every year in honour of my precious child.
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