Summer is winding down. The mornings and evenings are getting cooler. Soon the leaves will begin to change color and drop from the trees in droves.
I had a great summer. I worked a lot of it, but I still found time to enjoy it. One time I did this summer was to learn how to grow Morning Glories, a challenge that taught me that there is more to it than just putting seeds in some soil.
I did start with a packet of seeds, a small container, and potting soil. but then I had to wait. And wait and wait…a long time.
It was almost a month before the first green stem began to nudge its way through the soil. Of course I was thrilled! I was actually capable of making something grow!
But I knew this was just the beginning. I had to care for them so they would thrive. So I watered them when they needed it, gave them plenty of sunshine, and lots of TLC. But as much as I tried, they didn’t grow very fast. A month had passed and still they were only an inch high. Out of the 30 or so seeds that I planted, only five actually made it that far. I decided that I would transplant them into a larger container. And so they grew a little more.
When they had matured to a few more inches, it was apparent that they needed to be set free. After researching Morning Glories, I found out that they are a viney sort of flower that blossoms in the morning (duh) and like a lot of sun. I planted them at the base of a trellis set up against the garage, in full view of the morning sun.
Every day I checked on their progress. They were a little slow at first, but then something amazing happened. They began to grow. Rapidly. They began to grow so fast I couldn’t keep up with them. They took on a life of their own and wrapped around the trellis…twice. But still, there were no flowers.
After a few weeks of strictly leafy blossoms, I began to accept the fact that it just wasn’t meant to be, that my plant would be blossomless. But then it happened. I was walking around the yard one day and I saw it. I saw something out of the corner of my eye, and I had to look twice to make myself believe it. But there it was; a pretty little pink flower that had made its home on my vine.