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I love morning glories.
My Old Guy knows this.
There is one little patch of wild morning glories that lives out in the yard. Just a small patch.
Now, the Old Guy, he has a thing about grass... it has to be short. He also has a thing about
weeds... they have to be gone.
But, more than that, he has a thing about me... he loves me... and so, he leaves that little patch of
morning glories alone. He mows around it, even though that means a few extra backing ups and forwards to turn the mower around.
This little bit of sweetness he gives me is more important than any expensive thing he could ever buy for me.