This was our first year with morning glories, although they should always be a staple at a farm if you ask me. Now as summer softens into autumn and before cold nights make the silk of these blooms wither, I want to publish this gallery.
We have at least a half dozen varieties all mixed together in our 'polka-star' drape of morning glories.
This bloom has two varieties mixed in itself!
When sweet Lesley planted the seeds under the picket fence Memorial Day weekend, we didn't envision that the skilfull tendrils would grow up over the two posts, and meet and weave in the middle into a perfect "M" - for our last name. (That white tank visible behind the "M" is our propane tank, for our furnace. We supplement with a wood burning stove.)
Below is Lesley's foot on Memorial Day weekend. In her jammies she drank coffee with her papa in the Adirondack chairs, after she had picked some honeysuckle for me, and before she planted morning glory seeds, and also radish and carrot seeds in the veggie garden. Her jammies fabric looks like morning glories wove it. Ahh - she's the best morning glory of all.
Here is a blossom before opening. Don't worry, those wrinkles and crinkles will iron themselves out smooth in the sun, just like laundry on the line.
The delicacy and spiky leaves of this magenta variety astonished me the other day. I've never seen those before.
Lesley minored in fibers at art school, but I don't think she studied how to make a draped curtain of morning glories, although she did make dye from poke berries for one of her projects. I'll tell you about that another day.
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