anytime i’ve tried to explain the meaning behind this to ppl i always like.. edit and/or mock myself for it bc it seems corny but? morning glories used to grow in this pile where we burned stuff at my grandmother’s house. all the time. without fail. we’d use the burning pile, it’d go unused for months, then these fuckers would just.. grow there. always. they’d grow up the railings on the porch. and in my grandmother’s garden. all the time! i loved them a lot! i loved my grandmother a lot! still do! still heavily associate these with her/her & my grandfather’s house even though she passed in 2006 and he passed away last november. i’m a very floral-aligned person anyway but this specifically is like.. for them. for her. for memories of better times. a reminder of how loved i was and how worthy of it i am. that’s all!