This Time, I Hope, With Pictures. . .

 I think this is why they're called morning glories. . .

 These fragile trumpets catch the early sunlight . . .

 Trapping it in translucent petals . . 

They hold the light, transforming it . . .

Then broadcast it to the day.

Porch Flowers

Self-sown morning glories...

... back every year. A bit of a weed but oh! how welcome...

Such elegance of form and color!

Angel-wing begonia -- descendant of one of my grandmother's plants ...

Its heavy truss of blooms is almost hidden by those spotted leaves.

Glory of the Morning

Ah! such perfect blooms!

Preening for my camera --

How can I resist?

In Praise of the Resourceful Morning Glory

Morning glories are some of my favorite volunteers, climbing up the side of the house to peek in at my coral cupboard and spreading their vines everywhere. 

They are descended from seeds I planted long ago and sometimes I have to be ruthless if I don't want them overwhelming everything else in a deep blue and green tide.

But in many places, they are welcome invaders.

Bold adventurer!

Spreading your blue parasols

Step by stealthy step...

 Black-eyed Susans shine

Bright yellow-rayed suns circling

A single blue star.

 

 Clematis bloom past,

Now morning glory arrives,

Blue trumpets blaring.

 Stars of old Japan,

Morning glories shine serene

Captured for all time.

 

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