When I was a little girl, my grandpa said all flowers were called 'tunies, they were ALL sky-blue-pink, and he had picked, planted or needed forty-eleven of them. When I saw this morning glory against the blue of the sky, it reminded me of Grandpa's sky-blue-pink 'tunies.
What a charmingly sweet image, and the thought of your grandpa as well! I often think of those who've departed, and yet they're not really gone when we remember them...
