This is not the greatest picture, but it should have been. I LOVE how the morning glories are so thick on the post and are reaching out along the fence.
I have had a love/hate relationship in my life Mom always grew them at one end of the porch. Always loved them there.
But they were the bane of our existence otherwise. They were in the garden, in the corn, in the tobacco. They grew any and everywhere with no effort at all. Always had to try to keep them hoed out of the garden and tobacco...always having to stoop and pull those up that were too close to the actual plant to risk using a hoe...though I have used a hoe and ended up cutting down a plant now and again.