A year ago, I planted a single, tiny morning glory with one little blossom on the edge of my herb garden. After a few weeks they went crazy. Earlier this summer, I recall worrying that no morning glories had appeared in my garden in spite of millions of seeds that fell while I was dead-heading last fall.
When we returned to Michigan after two weeks in Tennessee, my herb garden had disappeared under a canopy of morning glories gone wild.
A gleam in his eye, Spence offered to find his machete and “help me”. I declined in favor of a kinder, gentler approach pruning until the herbs were liberated while surrounded by a wall of morning glories.
Aren’t they gorgeous? They appear to have tiny white lights in their centers, illuminating from within while their rich colors provide a fabulous display which delights me every morning.