Who knew the joy I would get from planting a few packs of Morning Glories.
I have always admired my dad's Morning Glories. I'm not sure why I have never taken the leap.
This year I went a little crazy.
I planted at least five packs.
And they twisted their way around the rustic fence.
They have blessed me with the most gorgeous blooms. Blooms that seem to have a sunbeam hidden deep inside their opaque petals.
But the faded blossoms have me as intrigued as the full showy flower. The way they shrink inward in a perfect circle….like a popped balloon….
Nature is AMAZING!
My only complaint is that I have been missing the blooms on school days.
This one is ready to put on a show. And although I will not be there to revel in its beauty….I will anxiously await Saturday morning and my newfound friend.