While strolling…swiftly…between the family room and kitchen yesterday I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye. I paused and tried to focus through the rain spattered window. A single-fragile touch of purple amidst the green vines on my back porch. I reached over and grabbed my phone and rushed outside, with chill-bumped arms and developing tears, and clicked a pic.
What a Pleasant Surprise!
For those of you not familiar with my story about Morning Glories…this is the nick-name my grandfather called me. His house was virtually surrounded by these wandering twisting vines and the soft bluish blooms were many. I loved the innocent beauty of these blossoms. My grandfather told me once that as beautiful as they were I was more beautiful to him. “What a thought to take with you!”
So I have finally found a place to plant them and followed through. The creeping vines have towered quickly spreading to other surfaces around the planters. I have been anticipating the first bloom…
So here it is…beginning it’s bloom closing in the rainy evening hours. All I have to say is “Thank you Hidaddy for catching my eye and giving me a heart-tugging hug.
I cannot wait to see the vines in full bloom!
“May your cup runneth over with joy, love and laughter oh, and really fabulous coffee!”