Tuesday morning I stepped outside and there was so much going on with the morning glories I had to take some pictures.
Technically they’re weeds, but they’re pretty weeds so I don’t care. I unwrap them from the peppers and other plants they might overtake, and let them wind their merry way around the accidental corn.
This is where the vine begins, at the front end of the south wall, at the base of one of those default bushes everyone seems to have – and I therefore don’t want.
My husband didn’t want to remove it but agreed all the dead branches could be removed. So I pruned the hell out of it and then planted a moon vine at the base. I didn’t manage to kill it off, but apparently word spread in the vine kingdom that this was a suitable home where one could sprawl undisturbed.
This portion twists around one of the accidental corn tassels.
I like the structure of the morning glory vine as it weaves through the hibiscus. Fortunately the hibiscus seems not to mind.
Most of the blooms are white or purple, but sometimes we get pink. (One day we even had a light blue one.)
There also seems to be a minor incursion into the raspberry patch, which is durable enough to fend it off.
Deep purple morning glory at the base of the aformentioned accidental cornstalks.
If there’s a pattern to the coloration variety, I don’t know what it is. I just appreciate it as it arrives.
This morning I got a bonus for filling the birdbath. As I put down the hose and turned toward the front door, I saw a light blue morning glory. That’s right, blue. I tried to do it justice in the photo above, but it was tricky.
Most of our blossoms are purple, some white, occasionally pink. This is the first blue I’ve seen, and I especially love the two purple stripes.
I generally let the morning glories be as long as they don’t interfere with other plants. I guide them away from the honeysuckle, for example, and out of the vegetables.
The vines were unwoven from around most stems of the hibiscus, shown above, and wound around the downspout instead. A side trailer of them weaves through the beaten-up white metal table, pink and purple prettying up the rust (a little).
My favorite winding blossoms right now come from the moonvine. Sometimes its tendrils seem to grow 6 inches in a day. To me the blooms are interesting even when they’re closed, because I like the strong pale green limbs that allow them to open and shut repeatedly.