All summer, the morning glory vine has been lush and green and overflowing the trellis. I have seen a trumpet or two of purple, but most of the strength of the plant this year seems to be in the vine itself.
Today I was delighted to see several deep purple and white flowers nodding nonchalantly in the breeze. I pulled Sugar over for a closer look. Splotches of purple are hiding beneath the greenery. I count a full dozen beauties tucked away, shyly peeking out at me. How gorgeous. Sugar is impatient. She is not impressed with the flowers. She has other things on her mind, like the half dozen robins plucking away at the grassy lawn in front of the building.
I glance around me at bright blue skies and cone-laden deep green pines and gloriously flowering bushes so loaded with white blossoms they appear to be brides adorned for a wedding. How amazing this world is today. Locusts are taking a reprieve and I hear the gentle call of the mourning dove who has been away on vacation.
This is going to be a great day.
Today I was delighted to see several deep purple and white flowers nodding nonchalantly in the breeze. I pulled Sugar over for a closer look. Splotches of purple are hiding beneath the greenery. I count a full dozen beauties tucked away, shyly peeking out at me. How gorgeous. Sugar is impatient. She is not impressed with the flowers. She has other things on her mind, like the half dozen robins plucking away at the grassy lawn in front of the building.
I glance around me at bright blue skies and cone-laden deep green pines and gloriously flowering bushes so loaded with white blossoms they appear to be brides adorned for a wedding. How amazing this world is today. Locusts are taking a reprieve and I hear the gentle call of the mourning dove who has been away on vacation.
This is going to be a great day.
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