Jim's mother was quite fond of morning glories. In her memory, Jim has become. . . Jim MorningGlorySeed! [He also is a Morning Glory himself, epitomizing the "early to bed, early to rise" maxim. We of the opposite persuasion (nightowls) do not mind a bit, since we get coffee and newspaper in bed!] We have a quite glorious crop in our front "patch", which Jim is, *ahem*, helping to spread themselves to a fence at the end of our dead end road.