There is something magical about these lovely “blue star” morning glories, which greet us each morning.
Blooming at night, these little flowers close shortly after the sun warms them each day.
More of our “volunteers,” I gave them a little more license this year than I have some years.
Remembering their beauty last summer, I didn’t start pulling their vines as soon as they cropped up this spring.
Trimmed back several times now to prevent their choking the roses and Lantana, I still give them room to scamper through this bed. I love their ethereal blue and pure white throats.
And I love the Pentagrams clearly outlined with their shading.
So clearly marked as flowers belonging to all of the female energies who love and tend the planet, I honor them as members of the garden community.
Sprouting no where else, they return to this bed each summer.
I hope you enjoy their beauty, also.
Photos by Woodland Gnome 2014