After many weeks of careful coaxing ("No, you don't want to wind around that piece of grass ... come over here to the chicken wire on the fence.") my morning glories have found their way to the garden gate
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Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones We are made of dreams and bones Need a place to grow my own 'Cause the time is close at hand ~ David Mallet
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