Every year comes a day when I can't wait a moment longer to plant morning glories. Last year in Maine, I planted the seeds too early, and they never did muster the courage to seek the sun - or maybe they did and the landscape guys ran over them. Who knows. In any case, last year I never did get to enjoy the wild unfettered way that morning glories chase the sky. This year, I waited until the last week in April to plant them, and the little butterfly-shaped leaves are just making their appearance. If a watched pot never boils, do watched morning glories ever grow? I check on them several times during the day to see if they've changed at all, or to see if any more of their friends have joined them. I can't wait until they climb the fence, and with luck, even the downspout - and curl and twirl and bloom and tangle. It's like a front row seat to one of nature's magical marvels. And all for the price of a couple of packets of seeds!
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