This year, after two years of failing rather miserably at starting morning glory plants from seed, I picked up three plants at a local nursery. Once I got them home, I quickly realized I don't have a trellis or fence for them to climb. So I placed them in one of the herb beds and watered them fastidiously until I could find a home for them. They're still there.
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Before I knew it, we had rain, and I sort of became a little lax when it came to my watering regime. Note to self: baskets and pots must be checked routinely, no matter how much it rained...last week. So imagine my surprise, more like delight actually when I headed out for a morning run on the weekend and I saw this. I took two strides and did an about face, running straight inside for the camera. I do believe they're just as pretty folded up as they are wide open.
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As a teenager sleeping over at my grandparent's house, my grandmother would be dismayed that I could sleep in long enough to miss the entire show put on by her morning glories. I would wake in time to see lots of green but not much in the way of flowers. It's been 18 years since I've heard her voice but I can hear it just as clearly as if it's only been a day and the sight of a morning glory reminds me of that smile and sparkle in her eyes reserved just for me.
~Be well friends~