Wasn't much to recommend this morning. It was stinky hot outside by 7:30 and stuff looked like it hadn't had any sleep. I did manage to find some bright colors to cheer me up, including this rogue morning glory that popped into a container uninvited. Once there, it began its climb. You have to admit. As much as these things are considered a pest - some community gardens won't allow gardeners to plant them - taken individually, or as an avalanche, the blossoms and heart-shaped leaves are quite nice. Love how it picks up the red of the cardinal climber to its left.
I think this is Ipomoea purpurea 'Grandpa Ott's,' an heirloom variety that I planted when my garden was new three summers ago. It's reappeared ever since, sometimes in odd places, which is part of the beauty and the frustration of these unusual blossoms.
That first year, 2005, I had these purple morning glories and the sky blue 'Heavenly Blue' on trellises that got morning and afternoon sun. They bloomed like no tomorrow, dozens and dozens of flowers every morning. They were such a cheerful hello each day. Mysteriously, none of the blue morning glories has reappeared. Only Grandpa, and not in any invasive way, just a vine here and a vine there.
This is a valuable exercise. Instead of whining about how terrible everything looks, I can share things that even in dry heat, bring joy. That makes for ... a glorious morning.
