My mother-in-law lived on this farm before I did. She loved flowers and gardening. One flower she had adorned the rural electric pole in the farmyard. The Morning Glory climbed that pole every year. Its purple blossoms bloomed profusely.
Somewhere along the line after we moved here, the Morning Glory died off. All that remained was the chicken wire my husband’s mom had mounted on the pole to support the plant.
Over the years we mowed around the electric pole and forgot about the Morning Glory.
One summer, the electric company sent linemen to do some work on our pole. They dug around it and did whatever needed doing. They finished their work and we forgot about it.
Later that summer we noticed several clinging plants start to climb the pole. We did not know what they were, but one fine day a bloom opened to the sun. It was Grandma’s Morning Glory resurrected!
Apparently the digging the linemen did unearthed seeds that had survived and they could now grow and reproduce again.
We enjoy watching this flower grow and think of dear Grandma.
photo credit: Wenda Grabau
photo credit: Wenda Grabau
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