much like I sometimes wish I was better at fixing stuff, I often wish I was a better gardener. yet just as my attempts at being handy do actually come out OK now and then, I have just enough success at growing things to keep me happy. in this case, it’s the morning glories out front, which are actually volunteers (as in they came up on their own from last year’s crop, not as in “go vols!”).
morning glories are my favorite flowers. last year (or was it the year before?) I planted some along the fence (which didnt do well due to lack of soil and sunlight), near the street sign (which did great, but were pulled down by city maintenance folks), and near the corner of the house (which did OK). this year I had every intention of planting more, but never got around to it, which is pretty much the story of the garden this time around. some of the stuff I planted this year has done ok, only to be forgotten and left to rot. oops.
anyway, the bed on the corner of our house is often rather overgrown. in fact, nearly all vegetation around our house is often overgrown. I guess on weekends I prioritize hanging out with the family over pulling weeds. tough choice, but there are tradeoffs. so the front bed was getting out of hand, with stuff crawling up the corner and onto the porch (which alone could be the subject of a series of entries, and perhaps might be someday). Michelle wanted me to pull down the weeds, but I thought I spied morning glory leaves in there, so I decided to let it be. sure, it did look a little hick with kudzuesqe vines everywhere, but my laziness and hope for glory held me back.
so after more than a few weeks of overgrowth (it took over our porch bench), the pointy flower buds started to appear. so for the past couple weeks I’m treated to deep purple, light purple, and magenta glories as I leave for work each morning. when I come home they’re all gone, but the new buds are getting ready for the next day. glory to God for such beauty, which was given to us more out of my neglect than my hard work.