My Morning Glory seedlings are getting ready to start climbing. By summer's end I hope for large blue trumpet-shaped flowers and thick green heart-shaped leaves. My Grandmother grew these every summer on strings tied from her front porch railing to the roof of her old house along the Delaware River. As the vines climbed and filled the spaces between the strings, my sister and I would rock on a creaky metal glider in the green glow of the sun on the foliage. Ah, a treasured childhood memory.