Morning Glory

The hippies ate their seeds to induce hallucinations. I plant them because they are a ton of fun to watch in their climb to the skies along strings I tack into the ground and the side of the house every May. There’s always a little apprehension if they will grow – why Daphne and I worry is beyond me – as this year the place is buried in them. Last year’s crop must have dropped a ton of seeds into the flower beds as the morning glories are now approaching weed status. This morning they seemed at their peak, so around 6:30 am I lurked around with Uncle Fester’s Nikon d200 and snapped some shots.

They deliver nice shade, cutting back on the air conditioning bills and a verdant green light to the inside of the house during the day.

Author: David Churbuck

Cape Codder with an itch to write

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