Morning and Night

Quite late in the growing season I planted a few vines to see if this would help our tiny yard feel more like a rainforrest, and less like a cubicle. My vines love me.

One is a morning glory, a gift from my mom. Each morning when I let Dog out, I see the profusion of luminous purple blooms.

It turns out the Moonflower is from the same family of vines, but waits until around sunset to open its giant luminous white blooms, while the Morning Glory goes to bed early. By morning the MoonFlowers have curled in on the selves and faded. A day when I don't make it out in the evening to see the magic one-day-only moonflower blooms is almost as sad as a summers day without a nectarine or peach.