One of my best childhood memories is of the colorful flowers my grandmother planted around her house. We would sit on the porch in rocking chairs and watch the Humming birds circle the endless blossoms on my grandmother’s Four O’clock bushes. As kids we were always surprised how the bright little trumpets closed up at night, only to open again the next day. There were many other beautiful flowers planted in her garden, But none as much fun as her Four O’clock bushes.