|Finally, the kind of morning glory I prefer is blooming. I have hundreds of the dark purple blossoms that are only one third this size growing like kudzu over everything|
|Moss roses among the ever spreading allsym|
|Variegated cleome. Very pretty and easy to grow but they smell like a skunk sprayed them|
I do so hate the nights. A good night is when I don't get up until 4 am. At least I can sleep in now that it is cool and there is no reason I have to jump right out of bed and run to escape the heat. There is no heat now.But I get up early anyway as it is my favorite time. As soon as I arise, Steve hands me a cup of coffee and I lose myself in e-mail, blog reading, puzzles..and I am hopeful for the day.
This is a transitional time. My life is spread out in front of me and I am not sure which way to go.