Like the Passionflower, Moonflowers are another first for me. I started the seeds months ago, when I started some Morning Glory seeds.
The Morning Glories have been blooming like mad for weeks but the Moonflowers, while making nice vines, have been slow to blossom.
I've been keeping an anxious eye on the few buds that have manifested and was finally rewarded with two nice flowers yesterday afternoon.
They have a lovely silken look . . .
And a pleasant fragrance . . .
A most elegant flower -- worth the wait!
All night the knot in the shoelace waits for its liberation, and the match on the table packs its head with anticipation of light. The faucet sweats out a bead of water, which gathers strength for the free fall, while the lettuce in the refrigerator succumbs to its brown killer. And in the novel I put down before I fall asleep, the paneled walls of a room are condemned to stand and wait for tomorrow, when I'll get to the page where the prisoner finds the secret door and steps into air and the scent of lilacs.
