Morning Glorious

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.

Morning Glories-the beginning

I like the changing seasons. The smell of burning leaves, the crisp, cool air, the fierce excitement of football games and tailgates; these are all reminders that another season has passed. And so, it’s time to say goodbye to summer.

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!

A little bit more

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.

Two months later

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.

I was so excited, I just had to share it with everyone I knew, who were just as excited because they know my track record with pants. So, I have broken my curse with plants…but still not with moles. This accomplishment kind of makes up for the mess they made of my yard. Almost.

Morning Glorious

In full bloom

I have stated before that I’ve never had a green thumb. I have tried my hand at raising gardens many time during my lifetime and it’s apparent that I just don’t have the knack to keep anything alive.

Day Lilies, I think

I’ve planted tomatoes only to have them sputter and croak before their tiny blossoms had a chance to burst. My onions grew a little, only to have their growth stunted by a sudden lack of water (what can I say? It was a very dry season). I planted cucumbers and radishes and even corn, but nothing ever produced from the fruits of my labor.

Flowers are no different. I watched my grandmother and mother spend hours planting and replanting flowers every spring, weeding in the hot sun, and thought to myself, is it worth it?

The one time I tried to raise  flower garden, it failed miserably, with only a few stems popping up, but they quickly withered away. I resigned myself to the fact that I didn’t have the green thumb my grandmother did and found it a good excuse not to have to even attempt it. Until now.

This year (maybe it’s old age settling in) I have worked more in the yard than I ever have before. I find serenity in raking and weeding, something I once saw as the worst possible punishment. And I also took the chance planted flowers. I’m happy to say that my hostas are coming along nicely, and even bragged about it, until someone told me that anyone can grow hostas (my ego thanks you) and that they’re more of a filler. Which is fine. I love green.

They will be daisies someday

I also planted flowers from seeds, lots of them. I babied them, watered them, even talked to them,but only 3-4 little plants survived. But they survived. A miracle. I transplanted them into a cute little planter and will do what I have to to see that they bloom. Or not. It’s totally their call.

My petunias are not doing so well, but I blame the heavy rain and location of the planting, next to an eaveless garage. Not so smart on my part, but I will know better next year. Someone suggested I plant perennials, tulips maybe, my favorite. Not a bad idea.Here are a few pictures of flowers I found growing around my mom’s and at my boyfriend’s house.

Whoever said “We all need to stop and smell the roses,” knew what they were talking about.

Very pretty, but can't remember what they're called