I am not a morning person. I married one, I birthed one, I’m now defaulted to be one, but I still come alive at night. If I were a flower, I would dread being awakened by the sun every morning with no curtains to drawer over my eyes. Maybe that’s why last year I started from seed a flower after my own heart. There it was in the seed aisle, a flower called Four-O-Clocks. They got their name because they don’t open their petals until around 4-o-clock and most stay open through the night not closing up until morning. The package said this was a great flower to teach kids about time but I just felt a need to plant it simply for our commonality of detesting morning. Many days I don’t feel like I really get started until evening. I love that there’s a flower that matches me! If you want the best of me, I’ll see you around 4-o-clock. For now, I’m going back to bed.