Yesterday I looked out my back door at the messy fall situation in the flower bed. As I was shaking my head at its wilted and bedraggled condition, a spot of color caught my eye.
What is that? I wondered.
I had to get down on my hands and knees to find out. . .
Then I had to go get an egg.
Why?
So you would be able to get an idea just how small the 'smallest morning glory ever' really was. . .
This small:
[album 65561 morning glory 004.jpg]
The Rabbis say that every blade of grass has an angel who tells it to grow.
This morning glory must have had a very, very teeny tiny angel indeed shouting....
"Grow! Grow!"
What is that? I wondered.
I had to get down on my hands and knees to find out. . .
Then I had to go get an egg.
Why?
So you would be able to get an idea just how small the 'smallest morning glory ever' really was. . .
This small:
[album 65561 morning glory 004.jpg]
The Rabbis say that every blade of grass has an angel who tells it to grow.
This morning glory must have had a very, very teeny tiny angel indeed shouting....
"Grow! Grow!"