It was the beginning of June and I was starting to think I was guilty? Morning Glories hadn’t shown up in the garden cage to brighten the start of every day.
Why would I think that my intervention caused the absence?
Well, for the first time, last year I harvested Morning Glory seeds. It was a late season capture so I didn’t think it would disrupt their annual pilgrimage; many other pods were already dried and empty which meant the seeds wound up on the ground to self-germinate; they have been doing that for five years running.
However, when they were no shows at the end of spring, I was ready to blame myself for disrupting Nature.
And then one day in the middle of June I noticed at the bottom of my rake a vine had started to creep upwards. It was like an old friend had finally returned, keeping an implicit promise to visit annually.
Here we are at the start of July and the vine hugs the entire length of the garden implement; it even blew by the tines at the top and continues snaking horizontally through surrounding horse fence wire.
So far, one flower punctuates its arrival.
Texas is a special place in so many ways: one of the most visual is the appearance of wild flowers at any time during the year.
With the visit from Morning Glory that tradition happily continues.