My grandmothers flower garden was such a pretty place
The sun would shine down on them like a glowing light

She would plant different colors of morning glory's
I guess the smell of them would make the little humming birds come around

There was always so many four O'clock to see
As children we could not figure out how they

knew what time of day to open their blooms

We could tell grandmother took a lot of pride in her flowers
She would always sing as she would weed the flower beds